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Fic: Bits and Pieces III
TITLE: Bits and Pieces III
Iron Man (movie) mixed with a side of comicverse
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s Note):
English is not my first language; it’s German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how trustworthy those thingies are....
FEEDBACK: Loved
The storm had hit them unexpected.
The storm had hit them unexpected. The weather forecast had mentioned some snow, but no one would have believed that the little bad weather front that had approached the east coast would turn into this. Snow was piling up outside the window, making the streets impassable, and whoever was braving the hazardous conditions outside had to be very desperate. Roads had been closed, the National Guard had been dispatched to help in the areas of the most need, and airports were closed until further notice.
Steve Rogers sat in the warm and cozy living room of the old Washington townhouse in Alexandria, enjoying the comforts of a heated home. Outside the storm howled and he knew that if he looked outside he would see the snow by now piling up to the first floor window sills, driving against the wall by the gale forces. The TV was on, bringing coverage of the weather front. So far the National Guard and other helpers had the situation under control. He knew that should things get messy or someone was in dire need, he would be there, no matter what the weather was like.
So for now he enjoyed a good book, as well as the company of his partner.
Tony Stark, owner of the townhouse, industrialist billionaire genius, had spent the past hour talking to Pepper via the Extremis. He had finally settled down and had flipped through a science paper, but that had been abandoned for the much more interesting task of tinkering with the Iron Man armor.
Steve glanced over at his lover and smiled a little. Tony had slipped on the gauntlet and was doing something or other to it with a tool that Steve would have called a screw driver, but which was possibly something very complicated, sophisticated and as far from being a screw driver as a house fly was from a bird of prey. The repulsor was glowing softly, then shut down. Tony frowned a little and kept on working with the tool. He wriggled his fingers and turned his wrist, then continued to improve what needed to be improved.
Steve smiled more. Watching Tony work was… calming. Soothing. It was so normal and it was so much part of the man. Tony could absorb himself in a task. He could be so completely part of the project, you could detonate a bomb and he wouldn’t hear it.
Tony could be intensely focused, which was scary if you were the object of attention. At least when it was in a rather bad way. Steve didn’t complain being in that focus when it came to amazing sex.
On the TV the images shifted from the outskirts of Washington to the general east coast area. New York was still struggling to operate normally, but even here only one airport was still open and meteorologists predicted more snow until the night was over. People were warned to stay in their homes if they didn’t have to be somewhere, or to stay at work and not attempt to go home. Those stuck on the roads were helped by the emergency services.
Tony gave a grunt that heralded success with whatever he had been trying to work out. Steve looked at him again, grinning at how happy his lover looked. Tony undid the gauntlet clasps and placed it onto the desk. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the smiling ones of Steve.
“What? Something happen?” he asked, sounding a bit distracted.
“No, nothing,” Steve answered.
Tony would have heard if something had occurred that needed their attention. The Extremis took care of that. Tony was constantly logged in and he was probably keeping track of police band, SHIELD frequencies and general news.
“Weather’s not letting up,” Stark only shrugged. “We’ll be stuck here for a while.”
“Looks like it.”
Steve glanced at the book he had started. He didn’t know when it had been the last time that he had managed to just let himself get absorbed in something like this. Usually a mission or something similar came up. Despite the weather it was really nice to be stuck here.
“We’ve got food for about two weeks,” Tony went on, grinning. “And running water, so far. If that freezes, we have to melt snow.”
“Fine by me.” Roughing it wasn’t new to Steve. He had lived most of his life as Captain America in a war that had defined ‘roughing it’.
“I knew it would.” Tony smiled. He picked up a piece of the armor and regarded it critically, then placed it back onto the table. Instead he turned to the jet boots.
Steve went back to his book, the reassuring and familiar sounds of Tony’s work lulling him into a sense of security like he hadn’t had before… before waking up in this new age and befriending Tony Stark.
It was when night fell and turned everything outside into a dark and stormy nightmare that both men sat down together in front of the TV, having sandwiches Steve made, and split a large bag of Lays and a six-pack of beer between them. The TV was still running storm warnings and showed scenes people in their snowed-in houses or cars, getting help from the National Guard. Everything was as much under control as it could be.
“Want to go out there and help?” Tony asked casually.
Steve struggled with the decision. On one hand he was Captain America and he helped where he could. On the others…
“We’re not needed. They would call SHIELD if we are,” Steve decided.
“True.”
“Do you want to go?”
“Hm, let me think. Trade a warm and cozy place for the freezing cold outside to hand out soup and defrost driveways, cut down trees and lug around crushed cars?”
Steve smiled. “I take it that’s a no.”
“It is.” Tony regarded him closely. “But you want to.”
“I said I don’t.”
“But saying and meaning it… You want to go,” Tony insisted.
He sighed explosively. There was really nothing he could do; not really. He didn’t have a snowmobile, or a snow plough, and he didn’t think he was needed for handing out blankets and soup. Still… just sitting there, watching… it wasn’t his style.
Tony shut down his tools and got up, raising his eyebrows. Steve blinked.
“You coming?” Stark asked casually.
“Tony…”
“I know what I said,” Tony interrupted him. “And it’s really not my favorite past time, but hey… anything to fight the boredom. And I know I couldn’t get you to have hot, sweaty sex with me when your mind’s on all of that out there.” He made a gesture at the windows and the world outside.
The mention of hot sweaty sex had Steve feel a tingle of anticipation, but he squelched it. It didn’t help, though, that Tony was already undressing, that the underarmor was flowing over his naked skin, molding to every crease and curve. The arc reactor glowed softly in the middle of the special underarmor mesh and Steve smiled briefly. Then the armor attached itself to the smooth form and Iron Man was looking at him.
“Slow dresser,” the metallic voice teased.
“Show off,” Steve replied and went to get his costume.
They were off no five minutes later. The snow was heavier outside than it had looked and piling up against the houses. Steve let Tony carry him to the first hot spot where help was needed lifting downed power lines off the ground.
It was cold, but Steve didn’t really feel it. His costume was insulated and the cold biting into his exposed face was bearable. Iron Man was insulated, too, and he had internal heating, Tony had once explained. Repulsor blasts flashed through the murkiness, brightening the white snow even more.
Steve smiled to himself.
It felt good to work like that, to work with Tony, and for once there was no supervillain out to get them.
Iron Man (movie) mixed with a side of comicverse
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s Note):
English is not my first language; it’s German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
FEEDBACK: Loved
The storm had hit them unexpected.
The storm had hit them unexpected. The weather forecast had mentioned some snow, but no one would have believed that the little bad weather front that had approached the east coast would turn into this. Snow was piling up outside the window, making the streets impassable, and whoever was braving the hazardous conditions outside had to be very desperate. Roads had been closed, the National Guard had been dispatched to help in the areas of the most need, and airports were closed until further notice.
Steve Rogers sat in the warm and cozy living room of the old Washington townhouse in Alexandria, enjoying the comforts of a heated home. Outside the storm howled and he knew that if he looked outside he would see the snow by now piling up to the first floor window sills, driving against the wall by the gale forces. The TV was on, bringing coverage of the weather front. So far the National Guard and other helpers had the situation under control. He knew that should things get messy or someone was in dire need, he would be there, no matter what the weather was like.
So for now he enjoyed a good book, as well as the company of his partner.
Tony Stark, owner of the townhouse, industrialist billionaire genius, had spent the past hour talking to Pepper via the Extremis. He had finally settled down and had flipped through a science paper, but that had been abandoned for the much more interesting task of tinkering with the Iron Man armor.
Steve glanced over at his lover and smiled a little. Tony had slipped on the gauntlet and was doing something or other to it with a tool that Steve would have called a screw driver, but which was possibly something very complicated, sophisticated and as far from being a screw driver as a house fly was from a bird of prey. The repulsor was glowing softly, then shut down. Tony frowned a little and kept on working with the tool. He wriggled his fingers and turned his wrist, then continued to improve what needed to be improved.
Steve smiled more. Watching Tony work was… calming. Soothing. It was so normal and it was so much part of the man. Tony could absorb himself in a task. He could be so completely part of the project, you could detonate a bomb and he wouldn’t hear it.
Tony could be intensely focused, which was scary if you were the object of attention. At least when it was in a rather bad way. Steve didn’t complain being in that focus when it came to amazing sex.
On the TV the images shifted from the outskirts of Washington to the general east coast area. New York was still struggling to operate normally, but even here only one airport was still open and meteorologists predicted more snow until the night was over. People were warned to stay in their homes if they didn’t have to be somewhere, or to stay at work and not attempt to go home. Those stuck on the roads were helped by the emergency services.
Tony gave a grunt that heralded success with whatever he had been trying to work out. Steve looked at him again, grinning at how happy his lover looked. Tony undid the gauntlet clasps and placed it onto the desk. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the smiling ones of Steve.
“What? Something happen?” he asked, sounding a bit distracted.
“No, nothing,” Steve answered.
Tony would have heard if something had occurred that needed their attention. The Extremis took care of that. Tony was constantly logged in and he was probably keeping track of police band, SHIELD frequencies and general news.
“Weather’s not letting up,” Stark only shrugged. “We’ll be stuck here for a while.”
“Looks like it.”
Steve glanced at the book he had started. He didn’t know when it had been the last time that he had managed to just let himself get absorbed in something like this. Usually a mission or something similar came up. Despite the weather it was really nice to be stuck here.
“We’ve got food for about two weeks,” Tony went on, grinning. “And running water, so far. If that freezes, we have to melt snow.”
“Fine by me.” Roughing it wasn’t new to Steve. He had lived most of his life as Captain America in a war that had defined ‘roughing it’.
“I knew it would.” Tony smiled. He picked up a piece of the armor and regarded it critically, then placed it back onto the table. Instead he turned to the jet boots.
Steve went back to his book, the reassuring and familiar sounds of Tony’s work lulling him into a sense of security like he hadn’t had before… before waking up in this new age and befriending Tony Stark.
It was when night fell and turned everything outside into a dark and stormy nightmare that both men sat down together in front of the TV, having sandwiches Steve made, and split a large bag of Lays and a six-pack of beer between them. The TV was still running storm warnings and showed scenes people in their snowed-in houses or cars, getting help from the National Guard. Everything was as much under control as it could be.
“Want to go out there and help?” Tony asked casually.
Steve struggled with the decision. On one hand he was Captain America and he helped where he could. On the others…
“We’re not needed. They would call SHIELD if we are,” Steve decided.
“True.”
“Do you want to go?”
“Hm, let me think. Trade a warm and cozy place for the freezing cold outside to hand out soup and defrost driveways, cut down trees and lug around crushed cars?”
Steve smiled. “I take it that’s a no.”
“It is.” Tony regarded him closely. “But you want to.”
“I said I don’t.”
“But saying and meaning it… You want to go,” Tony insisted.
He sighed explosively. There was really nothing he could do; not really. He didn’t have a snowmobile, or a snow plough, and he didn’t think he was needed for handing out blankets and soup. Still… just sitting there, watching… it wasn’t his style.
Tony shut down his tools and got up, raising his eyebrows. Steve blinked.
“You coming?” Stark asked casually.
“Tony…”
“I know what I said,” Tony interrupted him. “And it’s really not my favorite past time, but hey… anything to fight the boredom. And I know I couldn’t get you to have hot, sweaty sex with me when your mind’s on all of that out there.” He made a gesture at the windows and the world outside.
The mention of hot sweaty sex had Steve feel a tingle of anticipation, but he squelched it. It didn’t help, though, that Tony was already undressing, that the underarmor was flowing over his naked skin, molding to every crease and curve. The arc reactor glowed softly in the middle of the special underarmor mesh and Steve smiled briefly. Then the armor attached itself to the smooth form and Iron Man was looking at him.
“Slow dresser,” the metallic voice teased.
“Show off,” Steve replied and went to get his costume.
They were off no five minutes later. The snow was heavier outside than it had looked and piling up against the houses. Steve let Tony carry him to the first hot spot where help was needed lifting downed power lines off the ground.
It was cold, but Steve didn’t really feel it. His costume was insulated and the cold biting into his exposed face was bearable. Iron Man was insulated, too, and he had internal heating, Tony had once explained. Repulsor blasts flashed through the murkiness, brightening the white snow even more.
Steve smiled to himself.
It felt good to work like that, to work with Tony, and for once there was no supervillain out to get them.
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Between Tony's faith in Steve and his own overdeveloped sense of responsibility and control, he was never going to be that hard to convince. *g*
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