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taliahale Coulson's Eleven by copperbadge/sam_storyteller. Teen and Up, Gen Epic, 32,000+ words, Tony/Pepper. Canon-Divergence AU. Everything Sam writes is magic, but this is a new favorite. An AU where SHIELD doesn't trust superheroes and thus keeps them prisoners on the Helicarrier. The MCU timeline diverges post-Vanko, and it's an intriguing look at a world without superheroes to protect us, but also one in which they aren't attracting trouble. I'll avoid spoilers and just say: read it, preferably in one sitting.
copperbadge/sam_storyteller. Teen and Up, Gen Epic, 32,000+ words, Tony/Pepper. Canon-Divergence AU. Everything Sam writes is magic, but this is a new favorite. An AU where SHIELD doesn't trust superheroes and thus keeps them prisoners on the Helicarrier. The MCU timeline diverges post-Vanko, and it's an intriguing look at a world without superheroes to protect us, but also one in which they aren't attracting trouble. I'll avoid spoilers and just say: read it, preferably in one sitting.They both startled when the overhead speakers, rarely used and very annoying, crackled to life.
"I think I can help you out," a voice said.
"Shit, we're made," Tony said, closing down the monitors.
"You're not made, Stark," the voice said. "We've been watching. We're on your side."
"Who is we?"
"Tell you later, you haven't got much private time left. The virus in Ms. Potts is already neutralized. She says hi."
Tony gaped at the ceiling.
"Figure out what you need from us. You'll be hearing from me," the voice added.
"Hey, voice from the sky! What do I call you?" Tony demanded.
There was a staticky chuckle. "Call me Clint. Catch you tomorrow, gentlemen."
"I think I can help you out," a voice said.
"Shit, we're made," Tony said, closing down the monitors.
"You're not made, Stark," the voice said. "We've been watching. We're on your side."
"Who is we?"
"Tell you later, you haven't got much private time left. The virus in Ms. Potts is already neutralized. She says hi."
Tony gaped at the ceiling.
"Figure out what you need from us. You'll be hearing from me," the voice added.
"Hey, voice from the sky! What do I call you?" Tony demanded.
There was a staticky chuckle. "Call me Clint. Catch you tomorrow, gentlemen."
