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cap_ironman2008-07-10 08:27 am
smilingskull.livejournal.com) wrote in cap_ironman2008-07-10 08:27 am
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Fic - with Anderson Cooper.
It's always bad when you sit down to write a few drabbles that each turn out to be three or four pages in MS Word, therefore ceasing to be drabbles. I'm seemingly incapable of writing anything that's less than a page, heh.
But anyway! Fic! With a bonus of Anderson Cooper!
Title: Where in the World is Anderson Cooper? (And Captain America)
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: G/PG
Fandom: A combo of Movie!Verse and New Avengers, post Extremis.
Warnings: A bit of fluff goin' on.
Word Count: ~ 1520
Disclaimer: No own, no profit. 'Tis all good.
Tony scowls at the TV. According to the guide on digital cable (and he’s got the dang thing running through his own brain), he should be staring at the gorgeous Anderson Cooper, but instead he’s faced with a beady-eyed woman with the typical anchor hair cut – short (just above the shoulders), conservative, and flipped up at the bottom. Every single woman on the news has something like that going on. And the guys are all bald or have comb-overs.
But Anderson? Anderson has really amazing hair. Tony’s been to half a dozen parties before where he’s run into him, but no dice. He’s been on the cover of OUT a million and a half times, never married, never even attached to a woman, fuck. He’s gay. But Tony’s never gotten him, and not for lack of trying. In fact, Anderson Cooper is the only person (except for Kate Hudson, but she doesn’t count because Tony wasn’t really trying) who’s denied his advances. While this does irritate him, it also makes Anderson that much cooler, because he’s got standards and morals. Tony lacks those in massive doses (well, he does have standards, but not the usual kind), but still admires them in other people.
So he watches the show on a regular basis, enjoys it. It’s a few hours of a really pretty, really intelligent man on a nightly basis. And even though the little ‘Anderson Cooper 360’ logo is hanging out in the bottom right corner of the screen, by the news ticker that’s running like clockwork (42 killed in collapsed building in China), he’s yet to see the silver-haired wonder himself.
Tony continues glaring as it goes to commercial, and then he returns his attention to his lap. He’s got his legs crossed, Indian-style, and is busy ripping apart a crankshaft/piston combo rather vehemently with a screwdriver. He had a shitty day (he had to actually go into the office) and was happy to be coming home to a nice long, hot shower, Anderson Cooper, and Steve. So far, he’s only gotten the shower, and it wasn’t that long. Steve was off playing the patriotic hero in DC (which Tony couldn’t fault him for, but it still kinda sucked that Steve wasn’t home to joke around and watch TV with) and here he was, sitting on the leather couch in the garage, angry at some overly make-uped woman on TV just because she had the distinct misfortune of not being Anderson Cooper.
Tony finishes savaging the crank, throws the whole shaft over his head and starts in on the last piston that’s left (it’s from an old car that’s long gone from his garage) and finagles the two camshafts out. The piston shell joins the crank over his shoulder and he tosses the camshafts onto the coffee table in front of him, followed by the screwdriver. All three join a heap of random parts that already occupy the table. Eventually, it’s all going to go together in a new case for a new CPU (he’s tricking it out, making it look kinda like the armor, it’s only because he’s bored) that he’s been working on for the last few days. Jarvis is starting to worry that whatever Tony turns out from this project, it’s going to be more advanced than himself. (There’s no AI in the computer though, so Jarvis can cool his jets.)
The woman on AC-360 is now talking about A-Rod. Tony could care less. Could someone please but Anderson on?
Tony sighs, leans his head back and lets it thump against the back of the couch. He stares at the ceiling apathetically. The concrete offers up nothing. He needs something to work on, to do. Pepper was with him at the office and left when he did, but to go home, her home, so she hasn’t even been at the house today, which means Tony can’t go bug her. The only other two people who hang around the house (read: live there) are Logan and Steve (Banner moved out when his girlfriend finally made the move from NYC to LA) and both are currently gone. Sometimes Tony wonders if it would have been easier to just put the team in NYC, but the board started squawking, because the SI offices on the east coast were in Bethesda, and they were just the regional headquarters. The international headquarters were still here, happily sitting in southern California, never mind the fact that the rest of the aviation and defense industries had moved out east ages ago.
Tony’s trying to figure out where Logan’s gone off to (one of Tony’s bikes is missing, and as surely as two plus two equals four, Logan plus a motorcycle equals somewhere probably far away and not reachable) when the door clicks open, and Tony smiles, because he knows those footsteps extremely well. Heavy, trained, quick, militaristic and booted. Captain America has decided to grace the workshop with his presence.
Tony opens one eye lazily and grins up at the 6 foot-3 inches of super soldier standing above him, wearing a confused look and what Tony’s taken to calling “the casual Friday uniform”, which consists of a pair of blue jeans, combat boots and one of any number of patriotic shirts that Steve owns. This one is a grey t-shirt with a pop-art design that reads, “Vote for a better tomorrow!” (The graphic looks like something straight out of the 40’s.)
“Hey.” Tony offers up, opening the other eye and smiling.
“Hey yourself. What was with the look of abject suffering I saw when I came in?” Steve asks, sitting down next to Tony on the couch, making Tony sink in a little bit, lean towards Steve. Steve spreads his arms over the back of the couch, and, for the millionth time, Tony is struck by just how big Steve is. He’s lithe and muscle-bound and extremely tall. Tony’s not exactly skinny and lacking in muscle, especially since the Extremis happened, but he’s still just Tony Stark, billionaire industrialist. Cap, on the other hand, is human perfection. It’s slightly disconcerting sometimes.
“Anderson isn’t on, even though AC360 is.” Tony explains, gesturing to the TV and turning to face Steve a bit, shifting himself.
“Ah. Very troubling.” Steve looks concerned, but Tony knows he’s got a smile about to bubble over the top, is amused by what he calls a ‘crush’ that Tony’s got going on. Tony claims it’s not a crush, because he’s actually acted on it. Or, tried to, at least.
“Also, you weren’t here until two minutes ago.” Tony reaches up, flicks a lock of hair off of Steve’s forehead. Although not long by any means, Steve’s neglected his hair, let it start growing out. Tony teases him about, says it makes him look like a beach bum (that and the tan he’s picking up from living in Malibu, something else that’s become the brunt of many a joke among the Avengers) but Steve claims he hasn’t had much time to do anything about it, too busy with being alive again and SHEILD and the Avengers and a million other things. Tony’s got a pair of clippers in his bathroom, knows he could inform Steve of this fact, but Tony kinda likes the longer hair. Although he knows that in another two weeks or so it’s going to start getting in the way of the cowl, and then it’s going to have to get cut.
Steve slides his right arm down from the back of the couch, loops it around Tony, who leans into his side, makes some sort of contented noise at the back of his throat and tosses his legs out, spread eagle, one draped over the edge of the couch, the other actually managing to stay on the piece of furniture.
“Well, it’s two minutes later, and I happen to be here now.” Steve’s grinning, and he knows he probably looks a little goofy, but that’s ok.
“Yes you do.” Tony shifts his shoulders, fits into Steve’s side because they’ve sat like this dozens of times before, and feels the tension in his back start to lessen a bit, all coiled up since this morning. Steve’s the sort of large, brick wall-like individual that just means comfort. (Unless he’s charging you in full regalia with a shield attached to his arm, then he just means you’re in for a world of pain.)
They sit like that for a while, watching TV, (the woman’s talking about Warren Jeffs now) and just enjoying the slow, lazy pace and happiness that’s descended on the workshop.
“Hey look.” Steve jerks his head in the direction of the plasma screen, and Tony looks up, quirking his head a bit to the side.
Tony grins, all teeth, and happily centers his attention the news. A rather handsome man with a serious expression and a silver mop of hair is now gracing the presence of AC-360.
“Well look who’s finally made an appearance.” Tony says happily, snugs a bit further against Steve and settles in for two of his favorite things: Anderson Cooper and Captain America.
But anyway! Fic! With a bonus of Anderson Cooper!
Title: Where in the World is Anderson Cooper? (And Captain America)
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: G/PG
Fandom: A combo of Movie!Verse and New Avengers, post Extremis.
Warnings: A bit of fluff goin' on.
Word Count: ~ 1520
Disclaimer: No own, no profit. 'Tis all good.
Tony scowls at the TV. According to the guide on digital cable (and he’s got the dang thing running through his own brain), he should be staring at the gorgeous Anderson Cooper, but instead he’s faced with a beady-eyed woman with the typical anchor hair cut – short (just above the shoulders), conservative, and flipped up at the bottom. Every single woman on the news has something like that going on. And the guys are all bald or have comb-overs.
But Anderson? Anderson has really amazing hair. Tony’s been to half a dozen parties before where he’s run into him, but no dice. He’s been on the cover of OUT a million and a half times, never married, never even attached to a woman, fuck. He’s gay. But Tony’s never gotten him, and not for lack of trying. In fact, Anderson Cooper is the only person (except for Kate Hudson, but she doesn’t count because Tony wasn’t really trying) who’s denied his advances. While this does irritate him, it also makes Anderson that much cooler, because he’s got standards and morals. Tony lacks those in massive doses (well, he does have standards, but not the usual kind), but still admires them in other people.
So he watches the show on a regular basis, enjoys it. It’s a few hours of a really pretty, really intelligent man on a nightly basis. And even though the little ‘Anderson Cooper 360’ logo is hanging out in the bottom right corner of the screen, by the news ticker that’s running like clockwork (42 killed in collapsed building in China), he’s yet to see the silver-haired wonder himself.
Tony continues glaring as it goes to commercial, and then he returns his attention to his lap. He’s got his legs crossed, Indian-style, and is busy ripping apart a crankshaft/piston combo rather vehemently with a screwdriver. He had a shitty day (he had to actually go into the office) and was happy to be coming home to a nice long, hot shower, Anderson Cooper, and Steve. So far, he’s only gotten the shower, and it wasn’t that long. Steve was off playing the patriotic hero in DC (which Tony couldn’t fault him for, but it still kinda sucked that Steve wasn’t home to joke around and watch TV with) and here he was, sitting on the leather couch in the garage, angry at some overly make-uped woman on TV just because she had the distinct misfortune of not being Anderson Cooper.
Tony finishes savaging the crank, throws the whole shaft over his head and starts in on the last piston that’s left (it’s from an old car that’s long gone from his garage) and finagles the two camshafts out. The piston shell joins the crank over his shoulder and he tosses the camshafts onto the coffee table in front of him, followed by the screwdriver. All three join a heap of random parts that already occupy the table. Eventually, it’s all going to go together in a new case for a new CPU (he’s tricking it out, making it look kinda like the armor, it’s only because he’s bored) that he’s been working on for the last few days. Jarvis is starting to worry that whatever Tony turns out from this project, it’s going to be more advanced than himself. (There’s no AI in the computer though, so Jarvis can cool his jets.)
The woman on AC-360 is now talking about A-Rod. Tony could care less. Could someone please but Anderson on?
Tony sighs, leans his head back and lets it thump against the back of the couch. He stares at the ceiling apathetically. The concrete offers up nothing. He needs something to work on, to do. Pepper was with him at the office and left when he did, but to go home, her home, so she hasn’t even been at the house today, which means Tony can’t go bug her. The only other two people who hang around the house (read: live there) are Logan and Steve (Banner moved out when his girlfriend finally made the move from NYC to LA) and both are currently gone. Sometimes Tony wonders if it would have been easier to just put the team in NYC, but the board started squawking, because the SI offices on the east coast were in Bethesda, and they were just the regional headquarters. The international headquarters were still here, happily sitting in southern California, never mind the fact that the rest of the aviation and defense industries had moved out east ages ago.
Tony’s trying to figure out where Logan’s gone off to (one of Tony’s bikes is missing, and as surely as two plus two equals four, Logan plus a motorcycle equals somewhere probably far away and not reachable) when the door clicks open, and Tony smiles, because he knows those footsteps extremely well. Heavy, trained, quick, militaristic and booted. Captain America has decided to grace the workshop with his presence.
Tony opens one eye lazily and grins up at the 6 foot-3 inches of super soldier standing above him, wearing a confused look and what Tony’s taken to calling “the casual Friday uniform”, which consists of a pair of blue jeans, combat boots and one of any number of patriotic shirts that Steve owns. This one is a grey t-shirt with a pop-art design that reads, “Vote for a better tomorrow!” (The graphic looks like something straight out of the 40’s.)
“Hey.” Tony offers up, opening the other eye and smiling.
“Hey yourself. What was with the look of abject suffering I saw when I came in?” Steve asks, sitting down next to Tony on the couch, making Tony sink in a little bit, lean towards Steve. Steve spreads his arms over the back of the couch, and, for the millionth time, Tony is struck by just how big Steve is. He’s lithe and muscle-bound and extremely tall. Tony’s not exactly skinny and lacking in muscle, especially since the Extremis happened, but he’s still just Tony Stark, billionaire industrialist. Cap, on the other hand, is human perfection. It’s slightly disconcerting sometimes.
“Anderson isn’t on, even though AC360 is.” Tony explains, gesturing to the TV and turning to face Steve a bit, shifting himself.
“Ah. Very troubling.” Steve looks concerned, but Tony knows he’s got a smile about to bubble over the top, is amused by what he calls a ‘crush’ that Tony’s got going on. Tony claims it’s not a crush, because he’s actually acted on it. Or, tried to, at least.
“Also, you weren’t here until two minutes ago.” Tony reaches up, flicks a lock of hair off of Steve’s forehead. Although not long by any means, Steve’s neglected his hair, let it start growing out. Tony teases him about, says it makes him look like a beach bum (that and the tan he’s picking up from living in Malibu, something else that’s become the brunt of many a joke among the Avengers) but Steve claims he hasn’t had much time to do anything about it, too busy with being alive again and SHEILD and the Avengers and a million other things. Tony’s got a pair of clippers in his bathroom, knows he could inform Steve of this fact, but Tony kinda likes the longer hair. Although he knows that in another two weeks or so it’s going to start getting in the way of the cowl, and then it’s going to have to get cut.
Steve slides his right arm down from the back of the couch, loops it around Tony, who leans into his side, makes some sort of contented noise at the back of his throat and tosses his legs out, spread eagle, one draped over the edge of the couch, the other actually managing to stay on the piece of furniture.
“Well, it’s two minutes later, and I happen to be here now.” Steve’s grinning, and he knows he probably looks a little goofy, but that’s ok.
“Yes you do.” Tony shifts his shoulders, fits into Steve’s side because they’ve sat like this dozens of times before, and feels the tension in his back start to lessen a bit, all coiled up since this morning. Steve’s the sort of large, brick wall-like individual that just means comfort. (Unless he’s charging you in full regalia with a shield attached to his arm, then he just means you’re in for a world of pain.)
They sit like that for a while, watching TV, (the woman’s talking about Warren Jeffs now) and just enjoying the slow, lazy pace and happiness that’s descended on the workshop.
“Hey look.” Steve jerks his head in the direction of the plasma screen, and Tony looks up, quirking his head a bit to the side.
Tony grins, all teeth, and happily centers his attention the news. A rather handsome man with a serious expression and a silver mop of hair is now gracing the presence of AC-360.
“Well look who’s finally made an appearance.” Tony says happily, snugs a bit further against Steve and settles in for two of his favorite things: Anderson Cooper and Captain America.
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This was cute and I liked the Tony characterization. There were nice touches of the effects the movieverse would have on comic stuff, like with being in Malibu instead of NYC, etc.
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Tony shifts his shoulders, fits into Steve’s side because they’ve sat like this dozens of times before, and feels the tension in his back start to lessen a bit, all coiled up since this morning. Steve’s the sort of large, brick wall-like individual that just means comfort.
Lucky, lucky Tony^^
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Awwww
I don't care how gay he probably is, I've always had this huge crush on Anderson Cooper. Like, to the point when a few weeks ago, he was on 360 talking about the devastating floods in the midwest, and I just kept trying to stare at his ass the entire time (Is that wrong?....yeah that's probably wrong.)
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Only thing that struck me as I was reading, you say "
Tony is struck by just how big Steve is" and then say that Steve is "extremely tall". I'm not arguing about the built part, Steve is totally big that way but Tony himself is 6'1" so he's not that much shorter than Steve, it just seemed a bit odd. ...unless you meant because he was sitting down and looking up at Steve, so Steve looked really tall?
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This was really cute and fun and just what I needed after continuously lathering myself in angst, rinsing, and then repeating. Really, really sweet. ^^
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And I totally melted happily at the mental image of Tony and Steve cuddling on the couch together. :-) :-)
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Tony tearing apart random engine parts was awesome too ^__^
6 foot-3 inches of super soldier --- nom nom :3
“Vote for a better tomorrow!” ::giggles:: now i want to take a scan and photo-manip a bunch of different patriotic themed shirts for steve :P ::starts looking for a good pic to do that::
::falls on floor and starts to drool at the steve beach bum image now stuck permanently in her mind:: thank you for that :D
And steve and tony on the couch ::hugs:: pure joy