norcumi: (daemon!)
Pairings: Phil/Clint, Peggy/other are BFFs

I get some of the weirdest (best?) ideas at unholy in the morning (for me), particularly when the weather is too warm.

I want fic. I've seen one where Peggy Carter and Susan Pevensie know each other somehow, and I'm not sure I could find it again, but it was something about friends from school or something.

I want fic where Susan has left England and gone to America to get away from her memories, and somehow fallen into applying for a position as a personal assistant. Peggy has had it up to here with fluffheads who will panic when under fire, so she's made her interview process as harsh as possible (though the current head of SHIELD won't allow her to hold the interviews in the middle of the obstacle course, the wanker). Peggy starts lecturing her potential aides on the difficulties of the job, not just filing papers and scheduling meetings, but diplomatic roles, and working with people who will die. "You will lose people. And when that happens-"

"You deal with it as a queen." And Peggy looks up, really looks at the serene, surprisingly unflappable girl across the desk, the one with lipstick as perfect and red as Peggy's own, and sees the sorrow of lifetimes, and wars, and loss. While Susan doesn't know it, she just got herself hired.

"Who did you lose?" Peggy's finally less than brusque, and while it is not offensively soft, she knows how delicate the question is.

Susan doesn't hesitate. "My parents, my brothers, my sister, our cousin, his lady friend, a surrogate father, and his lady friend." She doesn't talk of her people, of how Aslan tore her and her siblings from their homes twice, returning them without the years they earned and then a thousand years too late to help anyone they had ever known.

But Peggy understands at least some of this. She makes Susan work for the position, and doesn't mind the younger woman's penchant for a bow and arrow rather than a gun (and Su is absolutely no slouch there!), and they spend many years terrorizing SHIELD and idiots who think women are less than men in any way.

I then wanted this fic to tie into the Coulson is Peggy's son trope, but the dates don't quite line up, and THEN I realized why the HELL isn't Susan his mother?

That's right kids, Phil Coulson was raised to respect a bow, to be at least as deadly with a sword and bow as a gun or his bare hands (and all the gods help the poor boy when his Aunt Peggy sits him down to train him in the more dastardly arts and/or how to appear innocuous until you entirely destroy your enemies). His mother makes sure he knows that redemption is possible, that no matter what foolish decisions you make, even if you help the Dark you can return to the Light, and that even without full hope or devotion to a higher power, she knows for a fact that death is not necessarily an end.

It's no surprise that Hawkeye catches his attention. It is hardly a surprise that the archer who can be redeemed is someone he saves, and stands by him through anything. And as their friendship deepens, and seems to be heading towards... something else, Clint is very surprised one day to go down to the tiny archery range to find someone is already there. A slim woman, thinning hair as silvery as the wood of her bow, is almost idly picking off targets with the kind of skill he hasn't seen in aaages, and while she's not as good as him - not too many people are - it's clear that at least some of that is age slowing her down (a little) and arthritis "being a bit of a bastard" as she so wryly informs him.

Clint doesn't even realize that Phil's mom was scoping him out until he's giggling in awe about it to his handler days later. He gets to watch as Phil's eyes narrow, and Coulson just holds up a hand, picks up the phone, and quietly makes a call informing "Mom, I do not need you to test my agents. Hawkeye is my responsibility, and I thought that we agreed you would stay out of my business. What do you mean that wasn't business? This is one of our newest, greatest assets and you just happened to be -"

Clint gets a blushingly good overview of his abilities, and even though he's not able to hear the other end of the conversation, he at least gets that Phil's Mom approves of him.

That's when he starts pursuing Phil with a purpose.

Clint and Susan keep meeting up for archery playdates, including a paintball/nerf version stalking each other in the wild or an indoor obstacle course, both of them giggling like loons and loving every minute of it. Phil probably swings by to see who the hell booked the course with Hawkeye, gets shot by both parties, and leaves only to return with his own weapons and make a very good showing of himself. There is probably mad makeouts at the end of this, or afterwards, because Clint had no. Frikking. Idea that Phil knew how to use a bow other than a basic "you hold this, the pointy bit that goes into other people gets slotted here, and pull the string".

I'm not sure how Aunt Peggy checking up on the quality of young Phil's paramour goes, other than the notion of it makes me giggle. Aunt Peggy, after all, collected all the Captain America memorabilia that she could after the war, because Steve would have thought it was either hilarious or embarrassing, and either way she'd get a lot of mileage out of it. Some of these things - like the collector's cards - she kept pristine. Others made lovely toys for her honorary nephew, who became just as much a fan of Cap - Steve - as she is. So she's fond of the boy.

I want to see what happens when Clint pulls in Natasha, and both Peggy and Susan are called in as "safer" to interact with the Widow who might not appreciate men in power being her primary handlers, and all of them going down to a range and being badasses together. I want to see Susan cautiously scoping out Steve, both to satisfy her curiosity as to her best friend's old love and to gather intel for Peggy. I want Steve to be a gentleman and drawing her art, first of the world they remember and then a world she cautiously tells him of, where there are gallant talking mice and beautifully cruel talking lions and every kind of creature inbetween. By the time she goes to tell Peggy about Steve and how he's doing, she's a little bit in love with him herself.

She never tells Peggy, and Peggy probably knows anyways, and neither of them treat each other or Steve any differently.

I want to read about a young Nick Fury getting irate with Those Women, and Peggy and Susan facing him down, with matching scarlet lipstick and old fashioned nylons - seams perfectly straight above deadly high heels (admittedly never as high as Pepper's, who has a superhuman ability when it comes to footwear). Fury loses, but is the better for it.

I want to read about a young Pepper, first handling Tony unholy Stark, and finding an old friend of the family has come to visit and Ms. Carter and her assistant Ms. Pevensie are wonderful, terrifying, and very fun to go out and get drunk with. They start a barfight, and win. Pepper retains her shoes, though all the ladies are disheveled after a good brawl.

Mind you, I still love the thought that Phil's dad is Kay from MIB, and it was a bit of an inadvertent fling that neither party meant to go anywhere, and the two agencies are a bit cool towards each other, and both Phil's parents are beyond polite and make a game of Who Cracks the Impossibly Perfect Government Agent Stone Face First.

Phil wins every time there's a family gathering, and Clint has declared himself Official Referee and thus the one to keep this damned game from going on for weeks. Peggy has started helping him, and acknowledges that he's her boss when this happens.

I want to read how Kay is supportive, but they're not married and there's some sort of MIB crisis when the kid is due so it's Peggy in the room holding Susan's hand as she gives birth, it's those two who first greet Phil. Kay is happy and proud, but the ostensible parents regularly in Phil's life are Susan and Peggy. Susan names her son, gives him both names, and perhaps she is remembering people in her other life (fun with names!).

She tells Peggy once, of magic and wardrobes, and Peggy tells her of science and a boy who was the sweetest kindest man who suddenly became the strongest hero she ever met. They believe each other. They don't need to commiserate often, mostly they bring out a pair of special drinking glasses and a special alcohol for the bad occasions.

I suspect they hook up at least once, though I don't know if it sticks. Even if they do, it's quiet and low key, as is their friendship - unless they have a row, in which case they end up quite loud, icily cold, and possibly swinging swords at each other.

They're back to normal within 24 hours, every time, and always, ALWAYS unquestionably professional in front of others.

They are glamorous, they are powerful, they are as sisters, they are clearly Queens.


edit: I also want to see Susan seeking out Thor, giving him a narrow eyed look and INTERROGATING the poor man about godhood, and the nature of power, and how he treats followers in both a practical sense and the religious sense. She leaves satisfied and speaking with an archaic lilt, and for weeks afterwards - until he’s acting naive and particularly boneheaded - he’s her favorite. When he does goof, she’s there and chewing him out as equals, or perhaps superior, and unlike anyone else she makes it stick.

No one but Peggy and possibly Phil really understands why Thor calls her Queen Susan, or why she responds to it naturally and with a regal recognition, as if it were her due.

As he’s growing up, Susan calls Tony “Ed” on several occasions, to his confusion and her obvious distress. This stops as he gets older, though she always seems to look at him with an ancient, sorrowful look.

(was crossposted, but nothing beats redundancy!)

Lewt

Dec. 16th, 2013 01:24 am
norcumi: (zoom)
My Christmas haul is unexpectedly good this year since mine honorable brother and his lovely wife are visiting the relatives for some of the same time I am. He's left a bunch of media with our parents, and I got to bring home any that I wanted (though I'm treating it as holding on to them rather than they are mine now, muwahah!).

Top criteria for PS2 games?

If I think Coyo writes fic about it or I've seen Dogmatix draw something about it or mention it in passing or anything really. Nope, not a fangirl at allllll.

Apparently top criteria for DVDs was "how likely am I to pick up foreign languages from this?"

Also, anyone have recommendations for learning languages? I always hear about Rosetta Stone as the product with the best/most pervasive advertising, but I'm not sure I want to take that route for picking up Portuguese.
norcumi: (spike sez you go)
EEEEEEEEEE! Jeeves is going to be Mycroft? Oh hells YES!!!!! Sign me up for even more fangirling!

Froggy!

Dec. 27th, 2009 06:09 pm
norcumi: (they're everywhere!)
So, in all wonder of wonders, I went to see another movie. Don't expect this to happen for another few years*.

Princess and the Frog! Disney 2D animation! WHOOT! Ok, so it was silly and the plot was disjointed in places and come ON, it's a Disney Princess/Quest movie, so predictable in a lovely fashion. I adore the homages they had to - well, many many things. Their prior movies. N'Orleans. The musical styles and varieties of the region, the CULTURAL styles of the region. The art and music and dance (!!!) of the 20's. The fact that they know what their movies do to alter the way kids grow up and look at the world. And let's face it, they had a hard and complex message they were trying to send, and I think they pulled it off. It was a lovely film, I remain a HUUUUGE Keith David fangirl (HOLY SHIT HE WAS SINGING!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!), and I recommend this.

Just... go in remembering it's a Disney kid's movie. And that makes many things better.

Crits? Disjointed, as I said - I can't tell if I forgave fairy tale logic easier when I was younger, or if they used to do a better job writing a coherent narrative back in the day. But come on. First time they've done 2D for the big screen in years, I'm willing to cut them some slack for depending on the shiny to keep me entertained.

Ok, fine, I'll forgive most anything that involves Keith David and Jim Cummings singing.***



*As much as I'm casting guilty but eager and giggly looks at the new Sherlock Holmes flick. CHEEESE!!!! Camp! HOLMES! And a Watson that is guranteed to be of the kick-ass holy-shit-they-remembered-that-he-has-a-military-background-and-will-thus-whoop-ass style! EEEEE!**

** Yeah, is it clear I'm stalking my way through [livejournal.com profile] ursulav's old Livejournal entries? I totally dig her writing style, but I have the unfortunate tendency to pick up and mimic anything I'm reading/watching, so... y'all are probably going to keep getting asterisk central.

*** The thing I will probably not forgive, even though I will most likely never see it and I know this policy is stupid, is a remake of Clash of the Titans that doesn't involve claymation, crappy or otherwise. It's just not done! It means it won't BE Clash of any Titans, it's just another crappy remake! ::seethe::

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Dec. 24th, 2009 12:27 am
norcumi: (Address Me)
Fern Gully meets Dances with Wolves, with pretty that the 3D tried to keep me from seeing as much as possible. Watch in 2D, but I suspect I'd recommend one wait for video and watch on a large screen.

Yes, yes I did go to see a movie. I'm just as shocked as you are.
norcumi: (issinnt a cute widdle meme thingy)
We sat down and watched Striking Distance for the first time.

GLEE. This sucker's going on my Christmas list.

Those folks in Pittsburgh? You're prolly gonna spend a few minutes giggling manically over the location shots. Everyone else? Campy in the cheeserific early 90's way, and this is one of the good ones. Highly recommended.
norcumi: (spike sez you go)
I followed a link to a movie trailer today.

Aheh-hem.

SQUEEEEEEE!!!!

Teh wolves and the computer graphics and the shiny and o WOW massive fight scenes with sweeping battles and epic views and Liam Neeson and dude, the BOW and and and -

Lord of the Rings? Pfft.

This is how I want my sweeping brit literature.

That, and I adore Mrs. B's look o'squee.
norcumi: (daemon!)
Holy shit. I go to research some old cartoons for a co-worker, and guess what I find? Watchmen. A movie to be.


.... I have no idea if I should be scared, or bouncing on the edge of my seat in hopes that this will be as cool as the comic.

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