/(;A;)/ How are you so adorable?!
I need to lie down. Forever.
reblogging again because Clark.
(I totally blame laustrade for this just FYI)
Phil had been more than a little sceptical when his therapist had suggested a slightly unconventional method of working through what had happened to him, and he’d flat-out refused when Stark had got involved and offered to facilitate it.
He should have known then that Tony Stark never takes no for an answer, and he definitely shouldn’t have been surprised when he turned up to his weekly session and instead of his therapist he found a table holding the Stark Toys prototypes of all the Avengers figures which included himself and Loki.
He almost walks right back out the door, except there is a Captain America toy there too and what sort of fan would turn down the opportunity to hold the prototype of a toy that didn’t even properly exist yet.
He sits down, wincing as his still healing wound gives a twinge. It’s not so bad now but he still isn’t clear for active duty and won’t be until his therapist signs him off.
The Cap figure is a good likeness, even with the cowl covering part of his face. It’s ridiculous but sitting there as a man in his 50s he still feels that same sense of security holding a Captain America doll as he had when he was a kid and used to play for hours with his Cap toys.
He settles the doll down in front of him and his eyes involuntarily fall on the Loki figure, and more specifically to the replica of the sceptre that had almost been Phil’s demise.
It’s small and light in Phil’s hands but he can’t help but shudder at the sudden reminder of the pain and the cold that the device’s counterpart had caused him when it had been thrust into his back.
His hand hovers over the Loki figure for a second while he tells himself how utterly ridiculous this is. But then he picks it up.
The doll is smirking. Yes, Phil knows on a logical level that it’s been sculpted that way, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
He starts off poking the figure in the back with its own sceptre just to see if it releases any of the pent up emotions his therapist claims he has.
All it does it make him feel a little foolish so in the end he settles for snapping the sceptre in half and positioning the figures so that his own likeness is pointing the Destroyer gun at Loki while the rest of the Avengers cover his back.
It’s a start.
* * *
The next time he comes into the office the figures have moved. The Loki figure is now lying on the floor, its body riddled with little miniature arrows that appear to have been fashioned out of toothpicks.
The figure of him is also lying on the floor a few feet away, and the Hawkeye figure is lying beneath him. Their legs are positioned so that it’s quite clear what they are supposed to be doing while the rest of the Avengers have been positioned so that their backs are facing Coulson and Hawkeye.
Phil can’t help it. For the first time since he was injured he laughs.