Tuesday's Theme: Promise

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Our theme this week is: PROMISE.

You can write a story, drabble, headcanon, meta, do art, make a video, gif set, poem, fic rec, song rec — whatever creative way you can think of to connect Stony to the prompt is welcome. Have fun!

If anyone has suggestions for future prompts, feel free to leave them in this post!

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A Promise

[kdm103020]

I wrote a drabble when this prompt was posted over on Imzy.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10629429

Re: A Promise

[lou]

<3

[kasdelav]

A quick one because I'm actually on my way to the office and I suck at writing on the bus, haha. This is a companion piece to this.

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Tony has scars again.

They map his entire body and entire story he doesn’t remember living, a year of his life so full of horrors and grief he’s not even sure if he wants it back.

Steve traces his fingers over these new scars, a question settled in the furrow of his eyebrows. In his pursed lips. In distant eyes, and the slump of his shoulders.

Tony’s not sure if they can go back to how they were before. He wants to scrub his body clean, turn into the blank canvas that Extremis shaped him into, once. He wants to get rid of the scars so his body matches his mind and he gets to be free from the ghost of his missing year, so he doesn’t see Steve and feels defeated by fear.

Steve touches the RT node reverently, traces his fingers over it and lets the light slip through them. It reflects on Steve’s eyes and turns everything around them a soft, eerie blue. He shifts closer to him, cradling Tony’s nape in one hand, covering the RT with the other.

He wonders if Steve pictures the light going out. If he imagines Tony’s lungs shutting down. His heart giving up.

“Hey,” he rasps, and tried to smile for him. “I’m here. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He runs his fingers through Steve’s short hair, watched as he closes his eyes. He’s tense.

“Tony.” Steve says, voice a little rough. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay,” Tony stares at him, waits for Steve to find his way around words.

“I need you to promise me that you’re never, never going to try to kill– that you won't kill yourself again.”

Slightly stunned, Tony blinks at him, opening and closing his mouth. He’s not sure what led Steve’s to this train of thought, and he doesn’t know if he wants to find out.

“I’m sure I wasn't actually trying to—“

“Don’t lie to me,” Steve says fiercely, his grip on Tony becoming tighter. “Please, Tony.”

There’s an awkward pause between them, until Tony lets out a sigh. He hugs Steve, cradling him against his chest, Steve’s cheek resting over the cold surface of the RT.

“I promise.” He presses a kiss against Steve’s temple. Feels as his whole body shakes.

He hates himself for lying to him.

(But the truth is, Steve was gone and he was mad with grief, and he would do it again if it means getting to live without that pain.

And that’s the curse of never learning from past mistakes, of making promises he can’t keep.)

[lou]

lots and lots of feelings, both parts. (oh, boys *sigh*) great fill! :)

[kasdelav]

They're so dumb. And sad. But mostly duuumb ):

Thank you!

[faite]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. And you broke my heart with the ending ;__;

[kasdelav]

I feel like the ending was a very oh, Tony moment. OH, TONY.

Thank you!

[cr3v]

Ahhhh. saw this on tumblr! this is so painful yet devastatingly gentle :(.

[kasdelav]

Thank you for leaving a comment here! And yes, the boys are soft and sad ):

[cr3v]

You're welcome! I've been feeling kinda off-kilter since RDJr called Steve "treacherous" 😿, like something finally snapping off. Been hitting up h/c and fix-it fics like mad.