Fic: Fast and Furious

[onthewaters]

Title: Fast and Furious
Author: onthewaters
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (implied)
Spoilers: the movie, sort of
Warnings: This story deals with Steve's homophobia and his attraction despite it to Tony. This means that there is homophobic angst, homophobic language etc. All this is due to Steve's origin in a time where homosexuality was not accepted.

If you know that this is something you cannot deal with, please do not read the story or ask someone whose judgement you trust to read it and tell you if it's something you can handle.

Please take this warning seriously. Thank you.

Disclaimer: The Avengers do not belong to me. I am making no money off this fanwork.
Summary: The world has changed and Steve has trouble dealing with it. Tony tries to help but there is that attraction thing...
Word Count: 14,429

fic: Freezer Burn, Chapter 23

[miss-porcupine.livejournal.com]

Freezer Burn: chapter 23
by Domenika Marzione (miss_porcupine)
Genfic; PG-13-ish
Avengers/Captain America ensemble; a mashup between the movies and the 616-verse.
LJ tag | ao3

Summary: The adventures of Steve Rogers, defrosted soldier, who is missing time but not really all that lost. He's got a surprisingly broad knowledge of lettuces, a working grasp of modern technology, and may or may not be using both to mess with his teammates and save the world.

"Are you going to go down to Medical by yourself or is Thor going to carry you like a sack of potatoes?" Steve asked as he picked up his shield and ruck. Next to Steve, Thor put on a bright smile at the possibility and Clint glowered at him, but it was lost in the stream of troops passing by and through them.

"If I go down to Medical, they are going to find all of the other things that are wrong and I'm never going to get cleared for field ops again," Clint grumbled.

"They won't do a psych eval," Steve promised. "Everything else is more or less fixable with duct tape and aspirin."

Clint picked up his pack with his good(-ish) arm. "I liked you better before you'd mastered sarcasm."

"I mastered sarcasm in the 1920's," Steve replied mildly. "You shouldn't trust everything you see on the newsreels."

Notes: this story is updated in segments on LJ and those segments are bundled into chapters for AO3:
On LJ: part forty-two | part forty-three
On AO3: Chapter Twenty-Three