The Evening Post
Dec. 27th, 2010 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorksidefikerTitle: The Evening Post
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Hudson, Jarvis
Prompt: 25. Post
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of being a hero is dealing with fan mail.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Hudson stared at the bag full of letters sitting in front of him. “You gotta be shitting me,” he said, looking at Jarvis. The old man arched an eyebrow and managed to convey a disdainful sniff without actually doing so, lips twitching for a moment. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“Read it. Answer it.” Jarvis paused, then added, “With a modicum of politeness.”
Hudson peeked in to the bag with a look of horror. “Don’t the Avengers have people for this?”
“Just to sort out the death threats,” Jarvis said, enjoying this far too much for Hudson’s liking. The mutant grunted, eyes narrowed.
“Throw it out.”
“As you wish,” Jarvis said, gathering up the mail bag. He almost had all of it before Hudson put a large hand on the old man’s thin arm.
“That all of it?”
“There is another bag,” Jarvis said. Hudson grunted, taking the bag from Jarvis and putting it back on the table.
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Hudson, Jarvis
Prompt: 25. Post
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of being a hero is dealing with fan mail.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
Hudson stared at the bag full of letters sitting in front of him. “You gotta be shitting me,” he said, looking at Jarvis. The old man arched an eyebrow and managed to convey a disdainful sniff without actually doing so, lips twitching for a moment. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“Read it. Answer it.” Jarvis paused, then added, “With a modicum of politeness.”
Hudson peeked in to the bag with a look of horror. “Don’t the Avengers have people for this?”
“Just to sort out the death threats,” Jarvis said, enjoying this far too much for Hudson’s liking. The mutant grunted, eyes narrowed.
“Throw it out.”
“As you wish,” Jarvis said, gathering up the mail bag. He almost had all of it before Hudson put a large hand on the old man’s thin arm.
“That all of it?”
“There is another bag,” Jarvis said. Hudson grunted, taking the bag from Jarvis and putting it back on the table.