#dirajunara

Thank you, dear!

1. favourite place in your country?Is it bad that I can’t think of anywhere? There are a few places that had the potential, but they’ve all been compromised.

5. favourite song in your native language?Can I say the national anthem? It’s a good anthem, and the only song I can think of in my native language right now. Not a huge fan of our language in general. But maybe this one, which is a modernized version of an old children’s song, modernized for a Gilde commercial:

It’s a song about greeting the morning, basically.

Translation:

Good morning, everyone.Good morning, father and mother.Good morning, little sister, good morning, big brother.Good morning, trees and flowers.Good morning, birds so small.Good morning, dear sun so bright, in the clear blue sky.

Repeat

Good morning, trees and flowers.Good morning, birds so small.Good morning, dear sun so bright, in the clear blue sky.

Good morning, dear sun so bright, in the clear blue sky.

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?Hygge, I think. Which there is no English version of, but it basically means coziness and comfortable conviviality with feelings of wellness and contentment (from the Wikipedia page for the Danish version of the word).Troll. Not as in internet trolls, but an actual troll, the mythical creature.Fysen. I think. Which is the way you feel when you crave some food you may not have had in a long time.

oh nooooo

tell me tell me ?

@dirajunara sorry I only just saw this. Tumblr has been terrible at giving me alerts.

You looked down at the ring on your left hand and back up at Steve, still not entirely sure you could believe it.

“You’re sure?” You asked, your voice small. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Of course I’m sure, does Captain America make mistakes?” He teased. You laughed.

“Well, don’t ask Tony to answer that, or -”

“I think this is the first time he hasn’t made a mistake, sunshine,” Tony interrupted, clapping you on the back as he spoke. He offered his hand to Steve, and Steve smiled and shook it. “Smart move, Cap. This one is a keeper.”

XXX

At Tony’s insistence, there was a party later in the evening. The team was largely assembled, and once the excitement died down and the guests started to leave, you flopped on the couch, feet up, with Steve’s arm around you. The seats started filling up with the rest of the team, and finally, Clint came to the circle of friends, holding a few bottles of beer in this hand. He passed one to you, and another to Natasha before lifting your feet, sitting down and dropping your legs across his thighs.

“Look at your adorable bookends, Y/N,” Natasha teased as she dropped into the empty spot next to Tony on the couch.

“If only you could all be so lucky. Captain Beefcake on one side of me, and the dreaded arrow guy on the other,” you laughed.

“I brought you a beer!” Clint protested with a laugh. “What kind of disrespect is this? Arrow guy?”

You laughed and wiggled your toes in his lap. “These feet aren’t gonna rub themselves, Arrow guy.”

Clint rolled his eyes and flicked one of your feet. “No. My feelings are hurt now.”

“Do I need to tell you the Hotguy story again?” You teased.

“Maybe,” he retorted. You laughed.

“Hotguy story?” Tony asked.

“It’s awesome,” Steve nodded.

“So my niece is six, and she loves you guys. Thinks it’s the greatest thing in the universe that I work with you. You should have seen the meltdown when she met Steve,” you started. “Anyhow, one day, we were eating lunch together, and she suddenly started asking questions about you guys. One thing led to another, and I asked her who her favourite Avenger was.”

“It was me, right?” Tony assumed. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“She said she liked the Hotguy best,” you continued. “I was confused. Which hot guy did she like the best. No, no, auntie, I like the Hotguy the best. Yeah, okay, Punkin, but which one is the Hotguy? You know, auntie. The one with the bow and arrow!”

“She thinks he’s the hot guy?” Tony looked distraught and confused.

“She said so. Auntie, auntie, that’s his name! They say it on the news all the time. Hotguy! Do you mean Hawkeye, I asked. She looked confused and wrinkled her adorable little eyebrows up. That’s what I said, auntie. Hotguy. No, sweetheart, his name is Hawkeye. Hawk Eye. Like the bird. Well that’s a really dumb name, she says. Clearly he should be called the Hotguy because he is the hot guy avenger. Birds have nothing to do with arrows, auntie!” You explained. Tony cracked up. Natasha, who’d heard the story before, just smiled. Clint looked placated somewhat.

“That’s a little better,” he nodded. “Hotguy, yeah.”

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, Clint,” you protested. He smirked at you and shrugged.

“I dunno, maybe I can,” he laughed.

“You can’t! I need you to be my maid of honour!” You exclaimed. The room went silent, all the other conversations stopping.

“Your what?” He asked.

“My maid of honour,” you said. “Well, man of honour, I guess.”

“Why would you pick Clint?” Tony, once again showed how unobservant he sometimes was.

“Clint was the first of all of you to befriend me. He popped out of an air vent on my first day, while I was eating lunch alone. Sat down, and introduced himself. Met me for lunch every day for the next two weeks. He introduced me to Steve. He bought me ice cream when I was homesick. He’s the best girlfriend I’ve ever had,” you explained. “Clint?”

You glanced over at your friend, and saw him blink rapidly a couple of times, and when he thought Tony wasn’t watching, dashed away a tear.

“Yeah, kid. I’ll be your maid of honour.”

Research. It’s research. I swear, I probably could have assisted a real mechanic on an engine rebuild while I was writing Cover You in Oil. I read so many specifications pages, and watched so many engine rebuild videos, and went through Haynes manuals, and talked to mechanics. 

The medical stuff feels realistic because I’m a nurse, so that’s part experience, and part research. 

But that’s the thing about writing something believable - you need to know the material. So whether you are world building, or writing fan fiction, you have to understand what the underlying structures of the story are - know your character’s career, know your character’s environment - I did this for Cover You in Oil for the castle in Latveria too. I found somewhere near where Latveria exists on a real world map (they’ve shoehorned it in eastern Europe near Romania) and then looked into average temperatures for specific times of the year, and found a castle and everything.

Because I want to be able to picture where I’m writing about, so I figure you as a reader deserve to be able to see it too.