Who: ??? Yes! Whoever wants to go! What: Field trip to Vegas to beat the heat! Where: Las Vegas, Alternate dimension of some sort. When: August 15th
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It. Was. Hot.
It wasn’t like Clint was a stranger to sweating or anything. He worked out! He ran around! He did arrows and fought crime with the Avengers and…. stuff.
Except, you know, usually there was air conditioning somewhere. Or at least a bit of a breeze from when he launched himself off of a building to a very bad and painful landing somewhere not on a building.
He wasn’t usually a whiner. But look, it was unthinkable how hot it was. Hot and sticky. And to make matters worse? Bucky’s metal arm? it was kind of like when you reached for a seatbelt in a car when the sun had been shining on it for a while. Not cool. Not okay.
So he went out in search of like — something. Ice cream by the gallon, maybe? Or maybe just some kind of frozen tundra to stand in.
But when he opened the first Door he came across in the the House he had to pause. Blink. Stare a little bit more.
Better than ice cream. God, so much better.
He plucked his phone out of his pocket and sent a blast out to everyone in town. FIELD TRIP TO SIN CITY RIGHT THE FUCK NOW BE THERE OR BE SQUARE
No. He did not punctuate. Yes, he abused the caps lock.