I too would read the hell out of an idyll challenge. Fuck, it might even make me write.

I always think that's one of the things about Et In Italia Ego that crushed my soul so very, very much -- the perfect idyll destroyed by the facts o life, or at least, facts that seemed to exist for the characters the writer created, not necessarily how I saw those facts. I just...yeah, it would have been perfect. Could have been. But I guess that's the point of the story. Which, you know, fine, fine, I'll just be over here chewing on my arm.

I'm so glad that the whining about Bruce and Tony paid off! Now there is one more fic in the world!