10 Years of Cap-IronMan - Party Post

[cap_ironman_mod]

Newer participants may not be aware that the original Cap-IronMan Livejournal community was founded February 19, 2008. Today, we celebrate the 10th Anniversary of our community!

What started 10 years ago as one of the many pairing-specific LJ communities — founded after Elspethdixon and Seanchai had helped bring the Steve/Tony ship to more prominence when they started posting Resurrection, Reconstruction, and Redemption in 2007 — soon grew into an active community, organizing and keeping alive different events and fests that have vastly grown over the years.

Today we want to thank all the different mods and teams, helping hands, and everyone who helped shape the community over the years. Thank you to all the people who have shared their ideas to make new fests and challenges happen, to all fans who have commented and shared recs, and to everyone who helped keep the love going. And of course we want to thank all our creators who contributed to the cap-ironman fests over the last 10 years, and especially to our pinch-hitters and the people who are willing to jump in to make sure everyone is happy in a collaborative event! We couldn't do any of this without you!

This is a celebration of our community and the community is all of you!



Cap-IronMan Anniversary Party

This here is a free-for-all Steve/Tony party post! Feel free to discuss what you love about our shared OTP, share favorite moments, talk about your favorite experiences in this community, share gifs and fanworks, make friends, post links to your own anniversary-related posts — but most of all, share the love!

If you'd like to start a mini-challenge in the comments, we're excited to see it! If you want to, you can also leave fanwork prompts for other people to fill. Anyone who wants to share their fills or wants to create a special thing to share can do so in comments. As you're posting your prompts/fills or mini-challenge in the comments, please have [PROMPT], [FILL], or [MINI-CHALLENGE] in your subject line, followed by a brief description. We have also created a special AO3 collection for your convenience.

• Rules and guidelines for all other anniversary-related events, can be found here: Cap-IronMan Anniversaries Masterpost
• Please mark anything that's not safe for work and put it behind a link or spoiler tag.
• Anonymous commenting is totally, 100% welcome here. However, please remember to be nice to each other and remember to keep it about Steve/Tony, but that is no invitation to bash other ships. (The simple "don't be a jerk" rule applies as always.)
• You can join the party on Tumblr by tagging related posts with #10yearsofcapim among the first 5 tags of your post. We will queue reblogs for the main community tumblr.
• People in this fandom are from tons of different time zones and some of us are super busy! Because of this, this party ain't gonna expire at a set point in time. Feel free to jump in whenever you can!

CURRENT MINI-CHALLENGES:
Art/Fic Madness
Round Robin


Need a conversation starter? We're also introducing the ...

Cap-IronMan Ask Meme

After so many years, this community has an abundance of stories to tell — and we want to hear them! Whether you're a regular here or new to the community, have taken part in fests or not, whether you're a creator or lurker, or even if you were active here once and aren't anymore, please consider telling your cap-ironman stories to celebrate the last 10 years.

Any Steve/Tony fan is welcome to answer one or all of these questions — all together or one at a time! You're welcome to make up your own questions or just write a post about the Steve/Tony and Cap-IM community stories you want to share the most. We hope to hear from you!

You can find all of the questions in our Ask Meme Questions Masterlist


Where can you answer?
You can answer in comments to this post, you can create your own post with answers and link it here, or you can create one or more posts on tumblr and tag it with #capimaskmeme to share your answers and stories.

Want to receive and answer open questions from members of the community?
You can leave a special comment on this post with the subject line "ASK ME ANYTHING", so people know you're open to be "interviewed" by others — and of course you can indicate on your own posts you're open to more questions by friends and by readers.


Last but not least, we'd like to kick off the upcoming phase of our community anniversary celebrations with:

Cap-IronMan 'Best of Steve/Tony' Nominations

In the 10 years cap_ironman has been active, we've witnessed many moments between Steve and Tony across all of Marvel's canons as they were published and screened — making up and breaking up in Marvel 616, working as friends then fighting as enemies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, separation and reunion in Avengers Assemble, and more.

To celebrate our community's anniversary, and as a prelude to updating our Slashy Moments list, we'd like to invite everyone to tell us their favorite Steve/Tony moment from the past 10 years, then vote on your favorites in each canon!

For more information and how to nominate your favorite Steve/Tony moments of the last decade, check out the Best of Steve/Tony Nominations post!


We hope you have fun in all of our anniversary activities!

The party is also running on Livejournal

Comments

Re: [MINI-CHALLENGE] Round Robins

[navaan]

Nobody else wants to play???

Winding up, Kershaw let loose a pitch that was well over 90 mph, striking out the Diamondback at the plate to win the game for the Dodgers. The crowd cheered distantly over the TV as the announcers went on to talk about what a big win it was.

None of that mattered because Steve was watching the clock. Seconds ticked by inordinately slowly, somehow stretching well beyond their allotted time. At last the minute hand clicked over to the four. Only twenty-five more minutes to go, give or take.

He crossed his arms on his chest, rethought it, uncrossed them again. He'd given up pacing, it made the hospital staff nervous. Only twenty-five more minutes before the visiting hours started.

A nervous, reedy man in a chair next to him muttered, "Wish they let us smoke."

Steve frowned. "It's a hospital."

"Yeah, well, it's my wife in there." He glanced at Steve. "You?"

"My-- My friend."


And yet for a moment of painfully clear memory he saw the hurt and betrayal in Tony's eyes and heard him his: "So was I!"

He closed his eyes; pressed them shut against the memory and tried not to think about that. That was the past. What mattered was the here and now. What mattered was that he had gotten Tony here in time.

"What happened?" the man beside him asked.

Steve clenched his fist and finally said: "He was in an accident."


"Damn," the man muttered. His hand found Steve's shoulder, giving him an awkward pat, and Steve felt a wave of nausea at the human contact. "I'm sorry."

"He's always had...heart problems." Steve confessed. He wondered if the man can see it, the lies in his words and the blood on his hands.

"Excuse me, sir? The blond gentleman, yes." A harried receptionist made to stand up, waving him over to the desk. "Someone's calling for you? Did you leave your phone off?"

She held the landline out, and Steve almost tells her no, she must have the wrong person. Then a baby started crying behind him, and its mother tried to shush its wails.

He reached out and put the phone to his ear.

"What the hell are you doing, Steve?"


Nat's voice, quiet and yet angry; that he hurt Tony or that he stayed at the hospital instead of going into hiding, he wasn't sure. Maybe both.

He hoped his voice wouldn't shake. "The right thing," he said.

For once, and maybe too late, but he had to try. He couldn't abandon Tony now.

(If Tony lived through the surgery, Steve thought, remembering the sickening sound as Tony's ribs had broken under the shield's force.)

"I'll alert Pepper or Rhodes and they'll get him, take care of him. He's safe now. You know he won't thank you for this, Steve! Get your ass in gear and get out of there, before..."

She was right. Tony wouldn't be happy when he saw him here. He'd hurt him. He'd let things get out of hand and hurt him.

"No," he said firmly.

"Steve!"

"No," he repeated. "I'm staying and there's nothing you can do about it, Nat. I need to..."

At the other end of the line she sighed -- and he was grateful for it not being an exaggerated groan. She was worried, too.

"Steve," she said softy, "you're an idiot."

"Yes," he agreed, "I know. And I'm staying until I know."

She muttered something in muted Russian. "Don't complain to me when Ross hauls your ass back to the Raft," she said and then in a softer voice added: "Let us know if... Let us know when you need us." The line clicked and she was gone.

Re: [MINI-CHALLENGE] Round Robins

[fluffypanda]

Winding up, Kershaw let loose a pitch that was well over 90 mph, striking out the Diamondback at the plate to win the game for the Dodgers. The crowd cheered distantly over the TV as the announcers went on to talk about what a big win it was.

None of that mattered because Steve was watching the clock. Seconds ticked by inordinately slowly, somehow stretching well beyond their allotted time. At last the minute hand clicked over to the four. Only twenty-five more minutes to go, give or take.

He crossed his arms on his chest, rethought it, uncrossed them again. He'd given up pacing, it made the hospital staff nervous. Only twenty-five more minutes before the visiting hours started.

A nervous, reedy man in a chair next to him muttered, "Wish they let us smoke."

Steve frowned. "It's a hospital."

"Yeah, well, it's my wife in there." He glanced at Steve. "You?"

"My-- My friend."


And yet for a moment of painfully clear memory he saw the hurt and betrayal in Tony's eyes and heard him his: "So was I!"

He closed his eyes; pressed them shut against the memory and tried not to think about that. That was the past. What mattered was the here and now. What mattered was that he had gotten Tony here in time.

"What happened?" the man beside him asked.

Steve clenched his fist and finally said: "He was in an accident."


"Damn," the man muttered. His hand found Steve's shoulder, giving him an awkward pat, and Steve felt a wave of nausea at the human contact. "I'm sorry."

"He's always had...heart problems." Steve confessed. He wondered if the man can see it, the lies in his words and the blood on his hands.

"Excuse me, sir? The blond gentleman, yes." A harried receptionist made to stand up, waving him over to the desk. "Someone's calling for you? Did you leave your phone off?"

She held the landline out, and Steve almost tells her no, she must have the wrong person. Then a baby started crying behind him, and its mother tried to shush its wails.

He reached out and put the phone to his ear.

"What the hell are you doing, Steve?"


Nat's voice, quiet and yet angry; that he hurt Tony or that he stayed at the hospital instead of going into hiding, he wasn't sure. Maybe both.

He hoped his voice wouldn't shake. "The right thing," he said.

For once, and maybe too late, but he had to try. He couldn't abandon Tony now.

(If Tony lived through the surgery, Steve thought, remembering the sickening sound as Tony's ribs had broken under the shield's force.)


"I'll alert Pepper or Rhodes and they'll get him, take care of him. He's safe now. You know he won't thank you for this, Steve! Get your ass in gear and get out of there, before..."

She was right. Tony wouldn't be happy when he saw him here. He'd hurt him. He'd let things get out of hand and hurt him.

"No," he said firmly.

"Steve!"

"No," he repeated. "I'm staying and there's nothing you can do about it, Nat. I need to..."

At the other end of the line she sighed -- and he was grateful for it not being an exaggerated groan. She was worried, too.

"Steve," she said softy, "you're an idiot."

"Yes," he agreed, "I know. And I'm staying until I know."

She muttered something in muted Russian. "Don't complain to me when Ross hauls your ass back to the Raft," she said and then in a softer voice added: "Let us know if... Let us know when you need us." The line clicked and she was gone.

Steve dropped the phone back in it's cradle with a brief nod to the receptionist. She caught his gaze, nodding back with a tired smile, and continued her work checking people in. He sat down in a different spot from before to avoid another attempt at conversation from the man from before and stared at the television, not really watching the after-game coverage.

Nat's concern felt like an absolution, one he didn't deserve. She was still looking out for him, despite-- despite everything.

Tony was the one that needed someone in his corner, he needed Steve to be there for him, needed to know that Steve cared, even after what happened. Steve could take Tony's anger, at least he'd be alive to be angry at him.

All it came down to was that nothing could pry him from this hospital until he'd seen Tony. Until he knew that Tony was safe.

The television flickered, jumping from one channel to another, until it landed on the news coverage. Steve blinked at the very familiar faces splashed across the screen.