Supervillains can throw Iron Man through a wall over and over, and it never gets old.

Fixit fic has now hit 48 pages and over 19,000 words, and our main pairing have only just laid eyes on one another for the first time. The New Avengers should be declared a controlled substance for conversation porn addicts. The fic is supposed to be Steve/Tony emo porn, not pages and pages of Luke, Peter, and Danny snarking at each other while Dr. Strange plays Captain Exposition. And yet, our count thus far: One paragraph of Steve/Tony interaction, a handful of scenes from Tony's pov, and four very, very long scenes of New Avengers conversation porn. With gratuitous Nick Fury.

Comics make me happy

I should have done work from database structure class this morning, but instead I cleaned half the apartment and walked to the comic store for the weekly ritual of grabbing what I want as quickly as possible and then scurrying to work.

Mighty Avengers #2, because I didn't buy it last week and need naked She-Ultron.
New Avengers: Fallen Son, to join the stack of freezer comics that I buy and store in a special place on my bookshelf because I feel compelled to own them, yet can't bring myself to read them or even look at them.
Daredevil #96, because Nelson & Murdock is my happy place.

She-Ultron is just as gloriously, gratuitously naked as in the downloads, and Matt continues to be the most adorable thing this side of Peter Parker holding a kitten. And there was more lawyerly stuff in this issue, including Matt being bitchy at the DA.

Also, the fact that Matt goes straight to Foggy's apartment after getting the snot beaten out of him by Gladiator, instead of, you know, going home to his wife, makes me grin.

Schedule for rest of day: finish reference desk time. Take flyers for Engineering library's new IM system around campus. Go running. Go home and clean the rest of the apartment. Watch Lost.

Maybe I can work the database homework in there after the running.