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cap_ironman2012-07-22 07:37 am
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Drabble: Badges of Blood PG
Universe: Doesn't matter
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not really any
Beta: None
Summary: Steve thinks about what it means to be a hero and what it means for Tony to fight beside him. It's super, super short.
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Tony, pre-established
We go into battle and each time, I pray we both come out again. Before the fight, I touch your arm, missing the heat of your skin because the feel of metal is not the same. You smile at me, confident, sure, and I remember all the wounds and close calls. They flash through my mind like the horror flicks you love.
Blood.
Pain.
Bruises.
These are things we live with. They follow us to your penthouse like hungry animals, clinging to us. We tend to them quietly, never speaking of how you lost power or how I dropped thirty stories off a building. We don't talk about how close we come as if saying it aloud will mean it actually happened. If it happened, we'll have to deal with the fear. We pour peroxide over our terror and wrap our panic in gauze.
At night, when I've curled around you, it always seeps through.
"Thought I'd lost you," I whisper.
"I know. I'm sorry," you mutter back.
Our lips come together in the dark as we frantically try to prove to ourselves that the other is still with us. Hands clutch at muscle, not avoiding the wounds. The feel of blood pumping under my lips tells me you're still with me. The taste of salt and sweat and copper lets me know you've survived.
Part of me knows that one day one of us will come back alone. It may not be this fight, or the next, but it's inevitable. You can't dance with death without paying the price. We fight knowing this.
We fight because we're made for it.
We fight because we must.
Who else will do this, dance with death even knowing the last song is playing and your partner plans on taking you home? So we take our blood and our bruises and wear them as badges of pride. We do this so others don't have to, so others will never know what it's like to go into battle beside your lover and wonder if you'll both walk away.
When I lose you, it will be a wound too deep for antiseptic.
The scars you leave behind will never fade.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not really any
Beta: None
Summary: Steve thinks about what it means to be a hero and what it means for Tony to fight beside him. It's super, super short.
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Tony, pre-established
We go into battle and each time, I pray we both come out again. Before the fight, I touch your arm, missing the heat of your skin because the feel of metal is not the same. You smile at me, confident, sure, and I remember all the wounds and close calls. They flash through my mind like the horror flicks you love.
Blood.
Pain.
Bruises.
These are things we live with. They follow us to your penthouse like hungry animals, clinging to us. We tend to them quietly, never speaking of how you lost power or how I dropped thirty stories off a building. We don't talk about how close we come as if saying it aloud will mean it actually happened. If it happened, we'll have to deal with the fear. We pour peroxide over our terror and wrap our panic in gauze.
At night, when I've curled around you, it always seeps through.
"Thought I'd lost you," I whisper.
"I know. I'm sorry," you mutter back.
Our lips come together in the dark as we frantically try to prove to ourselves that the other is still with us. Hands clutch at muscle, not avoiding the wounds. The feel of blood pumping under my lips tells me you're still with me. The taste of salt and sweat and copper lets me know you've survived.
Part of me knows that one day one of us will come back alone. It may not be this fight, or the next, but it's inevitable. You can't dance with death without paying the price. We fight knowing this.
We fight because we're made for it.
We fight because we must.
Who else will do this, dance with death even knowing the last song is playing and your partner plans on taking you home? So we take our blood and our bruises and wear them as badges of pride. We do this so others don't have to, so others will never know what it's like to go into battle beside your lover and wonder if you'll both walk away.
When I lose you, it will be a wound too deep for antiseptic.
The scars you leave behind will never fade.
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I think this might be something Steve thinks about from time to time, that they're inevitably going to lose each other T_T It makes me sad too. I was in a weird mood...
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My favorite line:
If it happened, we'll have to deal with the fear. We pour peroxide over our terror and wrap our panic in gauze.
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