A/N. this isn't to poke fun at any disability, prosthetic, etc. this is solely to make a light and sweet little chapter. please do not read too much into this (no pun intended), if anything this should be the most simple and light of my books. thanks all<3
"hey rhodey, can you grab me the remote?" tony asked, sunken into the bean bag chair. james rolled his eyes, not wanting to get up from the couch.
he forced himself up, still new to his new legs. he walked over to the counter and grabbed the remote for tony. it was then his legs decided to do something he never would've done on his own:
they started to do an irish dance. they began to dance around, kicking modestly and in their own time. tony snorted; he found himself so funny sometimes. well, all times.
tony began to clap in time to the little dance. james's whole body flushed in embarrassment.
"get them to stop!" he howled, completely helpless behind the dance.
even bucky and steve started to laugh. tony finally folded and told jarvas to get the legs to stop, and they did.
james walked over to tony's bean bag and dropped the remote in his lap.
"so not funny," he spat. he sat on the couch, trying very hard to not laugh and to look angry.
"come on," steve nudged james. james looked at steve, his lips pursed and his brows drawn.
but steve's grin was the last straw.
james bursted out laughing and another round of stomach-aching chuckles was shared.
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sporadic | avengers
Fanfictiona collection of random avengers one-shots. no main character. no main plot line. just our favorite group of crime-fighting friends doing everyday things. • { disclaimer : I do not own the marvel franchise, the characters, movie/comic/novel plot line...
