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'Art Appreciation' (01/01)
A little crack type fic for the lunchtime hour. Very short, very silly. Don't ask me where it came from, because I have no freakin' idea! I figure after all the angsty Iron Man fic I've been writing, something lighter would be good!
Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts
Notes: G, ficlet, pure silliness.
Summary: Tony explores his inner artist.
Art Appreciation
“Miss Potts, come down here,” the voice of Tony Stark demanded through the intercom.
What now? Pepper wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Tony had been, well, loopy, the last few days and she never quite knew what awaited her after a summons. But hers was to obey, so setting her laptop down on the sofa, she headed for Tony’s inner sanctum.
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“What do you think?” he asked as she entered the workshop.
“Think?”
“This!” He waved his hand at a metallic shape that stood about six feet tall.
“That?” Pepper was perplexed.
“Yes, that.” Tony sounded impatient.
She shook her head slightly. “It looks like you soldered together thousands of paperclips.”
“I did!” Obviously the accomplishment pleased him considering the delighted expression on his face.
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s the best you can do?”
“Perhaps if you told me what it was, I could do better,” she pointed out helpfully.
Sighing, he complied. “This is an artistic representation of my inner angst.” He said it as if it should be obvious.
Tilting her head, she pursed her lips, then asked, “Your inner angst looks like an office supply room explosion?”
“You have no soul, Potts.”
“Oh, I do, Mr. Stark, but it doesn’t normally reside at Office Depot.”
“You’re very funny. Ever considered a career in stand up?”
“All the time,” she replied, trying very hard not to laugh. “Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”
“That will be all, Miss Potts.” He turned back to his creation. “Maybe if I added some jumbo clips….”
End
More Iron Man fic here.
Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts
Notes: G, ficlet, pure silliness.
Summary: Tony explores his inner artist.
Art Appreciation
“Miss Potts, come down here,” the voice of Tony Stark demanded through the intercom.
What now? Pepper wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Tony had been, well, loopy, the last few days and she never quite knew what awaited her after a summons. But hers was to obey, so setting her laptop down on the sofa, she headed for Tony’s inner sanctum.
“What do you think?” he asked as she entered the workshop.
“Think?”
“This!” He waved his hand at a metallic shape that stood about six feet tall.
“That?” Pepper was perplexed.
“Yes, that.” Tony sounded impatient.
She shook her head slightly. “It looks like you soldered together thousands of paperclips.”
“I did!” Obviously the accomplishment pleased him considering the delighted expression on his face.
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s the best you can do?”
“Perhaps if you told me what it was, I could do better,” she pointed out helpfully.
Sighing, he complied. “This is an artistic representation of my inner angst.” He said it as if it should be obvious.
Tilting her head, she pursed her lips, then asked, “Your inner angst looks like an office supply room explosion?”
“You have no soul, Potts.”
“Oh, I do, Mr. Stark, but it doesn’t normally reside at Office Depot.”
“You’re very funny. Ever considered a career in stand up?”
“All the time,” she replied, trying very hard not to laugh. “Will that be all, Mr. Stark?”
“That will be all, Miss Potts.” He turned back to his creation. “Maybe if I added some jumbo clips….”
End
More Iron Man fic here.
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Keep it up!
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“You have no soul, Potts.”
“Oh, I do, Mr. Stark, but it doesn’t normally reside at Office Depot.”
Heee. Man, I love their banter.
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I was totally expecting some masterpiece of epic proportions, headlines reading "Genius, Playboy, Vigilante, and Contemporary Artist!".
Paper clips is so much better.
Tony would.
And this totally has redeeming values. It made me smile and giggle a little bit. That's pretty redeeming.
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Hopefully Pepper locks up the staples. God only knows what he'd do with those.
Glad you enjoyed it!
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Sighing, he complied. “This is an artistic representation of my inner angst.” He said it as if it should be obvious.
that is so awesome!
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Thanks for reading :)
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Tony as an artist? Fails!
[giggle]
I loved it... So many great lines!
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She shook her head slightly. “It looks like you soldered together thousands of paperclips.”
“I did!” Obviously the accomplishment pleased him considering the delighted expression on his face.
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I'm glad you liked it!
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Your inner angst looks like an office supply room explosion? Snorting with laughter I tell you, snorting!!!
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I like funny Tony/Pepper!
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Your Tony muse is adorable, and this made me laugh out loud.
For some reason it reminds me of Fox Mulder throwing pencils at the ceiling.
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I had missed this one actually.
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Lust [g]
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it :)
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(and now I wanna sneak into his lab and string his angst with multi-coloured twinkle lights)
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