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Comment Fic Fest!
In honor of
three_weeks_for_dw, we're hosting a Steve/Tony comment fic fest. Come and leave prompts and watch as, like magic, they are filled! Or be the magic and fill prompts!The Rules:
1. All prompts should either be Steve or Tony gen, or Steve/Tony. Other pairings are allowed as long as Steve/Tony is included. Threesomes and moresomes are fine.
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3. One prompt per comment. Fic should be posted as replies to the prompt they are filling. If a fic does not fit in one comment, separate it into multiple comments and label them 'part one', 'part two', etc., in the subject line. Feel free to write fic for prompts that have already been filled. The more the merrier!
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Big Girls Don't Cry
Gutted... that was a pretty good summary for today.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to push as much of the pain out with it. After all that had happened today, really, it was only fair that she had to deal with this too.
The pain twists suddenly, nearly doubling her over and she bites her tongue and waits for the wave to pass, fumbling over the latches of her gauntlets.
People liked to say that she had no heart -- hell, she probably agreed with them most of the time -- but that did not mean that she was completely heartless.
No one should be heartless when they pink slip over 700 workers.
Its easy to make the decision when its set before you in black and white -- the Maryland plant was small, the product line they manufactured was being phased out, the money to overhaul the factory and retrain the workers would be cost prohibitive... she couldn't keep her 30,000 other employees if she supported every facility that underperformed or just didn't fit anymore...
Its not so easy to make the decision when you go down there and announce the closing of the factory yourself, talking with each department separately as you explain that while you appreciate all their hard work (some of them for over twenty years...) this is the point where they and Stark Industries part ways and you wish them the best of luck with their future endevaors.
She'd kept a straight face and most of the employees had taken the news stoically, but she could see the betrayal in their eyes -- She's given them a generous severance package, set up programs to send as many back to school who wish to go -- but its still not enough, she knows, nothing will ever be enough to make up for killing this small town...
Getting upset about it would do nothing but make /her/ feel better, and she should feel bad about what she was doing. She's just given 700 people one of the worst days of their lives. She'll just have to suck up all this unearned emotion like a big girl and shove it in some deep dark place until it dies.
It'd been a relief on the way back to New York to hear the Avengers' communicator go off -- fights with the Wrecking Crew were always nice and clear cut... Avengers good, Wrecking Crew bad, get them back into custody with as little property damage as possible and call it a job well done.
It feels like ages before she's finally out of the armor, and she's nearly bitten a hole in her tongue with each flare of pain. Its just her body reacting to the stress; as soon as she takes a handful of Motrin and gets into her bed and lays down for a bit she'll feel better.
She collects herself and exibits her lab, intent on heading straight to her room...
"Natasha," She hears Steve call, and she just barely manages to hide a cringe as she turns towards Steve -- cowl off, but still in uniform, as he approaches her.
"We missed you at the debriefing," He gives her a once-over with a stern expression, "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No," She scoffs, "Sorry about that, I had some company business to take care of. I'll read the minutes later, let you know if I have anything to contribute...," She turns on her heel -- all she wants is her bed for once, why is the universe conspiring against her --
"I just need to know that your priorities are in the right order."
"Now just wait a--" This sort of thing, the presumption, was exactly why she was never letting their friends with benefits arrangement progress to the point Steve was allowed to stay the night. What was supposed to come out of her mouth next should have cut him to pretty red, white, and blue ribbons, but another flare of pain causes the words to die in her throat as she crumples against the wall.
"I thought you said you weren't hurt!" Steve's voice sounded distant as she focussed on the pain, trying to will it away. This was going to be embarassing to explain...
"I'm not," She manages to grit out, swatting Steve's hand away from her abdomen where he was undoubtedly searching for some type of wound -- if only it were simple. Wounds that didn't kill you could be healed after all.
"Well you sure look like you're in a lot of pain for someone who's not injured."
Steve's eyes bore into hers and a huge part of her wants to tell him to go away, its none of his business, and then crawl (literally at this point) to her bedroom. Another part says that she'll get there all the faster if she can get Steve to take her there.
"...its chronic...just need to lie down for a bit... 'm fine," She chokes out before the pain ebbs again, leaving her feeling foggy and exhausted.
Steve grunts and before she knows it he's hauled her up into his arms without so much as a by your goddamn leave and that small traitorous part of her that comes up with the stupidest ideas (like her asking Steve to marry her, ugh...) rather enjoys the security that his embrace emits, and how very warm he was...
"Put me down," She growls, her voice unfortunately too faint to stroke much fear.
If Steve hears her he doesn't acknowledge it as he walks quickly down the hallway, and fortunately, straight into her bedroom. He places her gently down onto the bed, careful not to jostle her.
"...you can go now," She mumbles as she curls into a tight ball, the pressure of her thighs against her stomach providing a temporary relief.
She feels the bed dip as Steve sits behind her, his fingers coming out to rest on her shoulder, kneading it gently, and sending little electric shocks down her spine.
She knows what he's doing -- and if thinks she's just going to turn into a puddle of goo and blab everything to him like this was some slumberparty then he had another thing coming.
She bites her tongue as another spike of pain hits, determined not to give in. She feels the mattress tilt, then the warmth of his body press up against her. The treacherous voice notes that Steve's arms would feel good around her sore abdomen and that he'd probably be more than happy to hug her -- and she kills the thought where it stands. She is not some gushy little girl running to her boyfriend to take away her booboos... she can handle this herself; she has for years afterall...
She makes a mental note to have Steve tested for latent telepathic abilities as she feels a warm hand come to rest gently on her stomach, softly stroking up and down her skin in a way that is far more soothing than it had any legal right to be.
"So, what happened today," He asks after several minutes in a soft voice that tickes the back of her ear.
"I fired 700 people because the economy sucks; how about you?"
"Nothing much, meeting with Fury and you were there for the fight..."
There's something hypnotic about the way he touches her, and she is definitely going to have to talk to Charles or Emma Frost about this because Steve is using his abilities to an unfair advantage here...
"...its not going to kill me or anything," She finally says as his powers overwhelm her. "It nothing more than a little inconvenience, really."
The hand doesn't stop moving at her prouncement.
"Seems like an awful lot of pain for 'a little inconvenience'... Can't the doctors do something about it?"
"Just like shrapnel in the heart there isn't a whole lot they can do about endometriosis either," She grumbles, eyes sliding half-shut, the haze in her brain thickening as her pain abates.
"I'm sorry."
"What for? There's nothing to be sorry about...," she grumbles.
"I'm sorry you had to let those people go... and I'm sorry that you're in pain," Steve squeezes her slightly and she is ashamed to feel tears welling in her eyes. Stupid fucking hormones...
No one should feel sorry for her... she's Natasha Stark, she's one of the richest women in the world. There are billions of other people not nearly as fortunate or as privileged as her, what right did she have to complain? Absolutely none. She wasn't going to snivelling for it when there were far better uses to everyone's time.
Except, the little voice notes, she hadn't asked, and Steve had given it freely anyway, and didn't she feel better now --For once she has no response.
She might have to revist her 'No Sleepovers' policy for Steve and his telekinetic fingers, she thinks just before she drifts off to sleep, leaning into Steve's warm embrace.
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And lol at the thought of Tony trying to explain to Emma or Charles why she thinks Steve is psychic! ;)
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Glad you enjoyed :D!
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Glad you enjoyed it ;D
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And Steve is just Steve, which is awesome.
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