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Ultimates fic: "Yes"
Title: Yes
Author: jazzypom
Rated: PG-13 for language and concepts.
Beta read: No. There might be the odd misadventure against grammar, but no war crimes.
Universe: Ultimates fic.
Summary: Circumstances change, and Steve decides to change with them.
Disclaimer: Characters and situations are the property of Stan Lee and Marvel Comics. No profit is being made off this fan-written work.
Notes: British spellings. Prompt for posy who wanted me to have a crack at a 'happy' Ultimates. About 650 words. Not my usual fare, no.
It astounded Steve how quickly he and Tony Stark fell into each other. It didn't matter, Steve would think, before Tony's mouth and hands stole his senses and reason. It didn't matter what they did, what they were, because Tony was going to die any moment anyway. At nights, they wrestled in the shadows across the expanse of Tony's bed. Their bodies would be slick with sweat and fluids both natural and applied, limed by low lighting. There was the lash of tongues on flesh to see who would cry out first from shocked pleasure. This was the constant, as the alcohol on Tony's breath.
It didn't matter, they didn't matter, was his mantra. Tomorrow might never come.
Today, the sun bounced off the light splashed terrace, soft shuffled across the fog coloured slate floor, and canon balled right into their bed. Normally Steve enjoyed the images of New York waking up: the pace of the traffic going from sluggish to manic, little miniature cars on grey strips of road. The city kicking its tempo up a notch, spiked by its own caffeine as it shed its jaunty night glitters for the sleek, sober lines of the day. Then Steve would disconnect from the world outside and focus on the intimate here; the still warm weight of a lightly snoring Tony, the flutter of lashes, the bridge of his nose. The zephyr of Tony's breath on Steve's chest, as it stirred the flesh there. All of this leading to a tsunami of relief that swamped Steve when he realised Tony was still here. Not that he'd ever admit that.
"It's gone, just like... that?"
"I hate to bore you with the details, but callooh, callay, it's a glorious day, Steve." Tony's body vibrated from his sheer excitement, the puffs of breath skimmed across Steve's skin. Automatically, Steve drew the sheet over them both. Due to his medications, Tony had a tendency to be cold in the mornings. "I'm not even annoyed that it might be magic."
At Steve's sceptical silence, Tony conceded with a huff. "Fine, probably a tad annoyed. But magic is science as yet discovered, and this calls for a celebration. Veuve-Clicquot '89? Or Dom? Always a classic."
Tony made to reach for his robe at the edge of the bed, but Steve grabbed his wrist, and Tony turned to him and smiled. "I always forget how quick you are," he said, using his other hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"If your tumour is gone," Steve said simply, "you should stop before your liver goes too."
For a moment, Tony stilled, as he looked at Steve's hand on his arm, and took in the fact that it was still there. It was an easy touch, and not tied to anything sexual at all. On Steve's part, it did not seem fair to put effort into a wasted endeavour, but now-
"Why, Rogers," Tony's voice was light, almost flirtatious as he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "One would think you cared."
Tony offered an exit, and waited for Steve to take it. The tumour was gone, and as such, whatever circumstances they came together changed. It was a practical consideration, and a pertinent one.
Steve's answer surprised them both. "Probably I do."
There was a stunned silence after that. Deliberately, Steve took Tony's hand, linked their fingers together. "Let's see where this goes," and winced at the caution inherent in his tone, but he could only try.
Tony wrinkled his nose as he looked at their linked fingers together, the rose of Steve's Irish stock to the dull gold tint of his. Tony thought about the cons and pros of this merger, looked at Steve, looked at their joined hands and thought again.
Then he sighed. "I gather we'd have to look into that ghastly sobriety thing, then?"
"It won't be too boring," Steve promised as he squeezed Tony's hand, noting that during their exchange, Tony never let go. "I promise."
Author: jazzypom
Rated: PG-13 for language and concepts.
Beta read: No. There might be the odd misadventure against grammar, but no war crimes.
Universe: Ultimates fic.
Summary: Circumstances change, and Steve decides to change with them.
Disclaimer: Characters and situations are the property of Stan Lee and Marvel Comics. No profit is being made off this fan-written work.
Notes: British spellings. Prompt for posy who wanted me to have a crack at a 'happy' Ultimates. About 650 words. Not my usual fare, no.
It astounded Steve how quickly he and Tony Stark fell into each other. It didn't matter, Steve would think, before Tony's mouth and hands stole his senses and reason. It didn't matter what they did, what they were, because Tony was going to die any moment anyway. At nights, they wrestled in the shadows across the expanse of Tony's bed. Their bodies would be slick with sweat and fluids both natural and applied, limed by low lighting. There was the lash of tongues on flesh to see who would cry out first from shocked pleasure. This was the constant, as the alcohol on Tony's breath.
It didn't matter, they didn't matter, was his mantra. Tomorrow might never come.
Today, the sun bounced off the light splashed terrace, soft shuffled across the fog coloured slate floor, and canon balled right into their bed. Normally Steve enjoyed the images of New York waking up: the pace of the traffic going from sluggish to manic, little miniature cars on grey strips of road. The city kicking its tempo up a notch, spiked by its own caffeine as it shed its jaunty night glitters for the sleek, sober lines of the day. Then Steve would disconnect from the world outside and focus on the intimate here; the still warm weight of a lightly snoring Tony, the flutter of lashes, the bridge of his nose. The zephyr of Tony's breath on Steve's chest, as it stirred the flesh there. All of this leading to a tsunami of relief that swamped Steve when he realised Tony was still here. Not that he'd ever admit that.
"It's gone, just like... that?"
"I hate to bore you with the details, but callooh, callay, it's a glorious day, Steve." Tony's body vibrated from his sheer excitement, the puffs of breath skimmed across Steve's skin. Automatically, Steve drew the sheet over them both. Due to his medications, Tony had a tendency to be cold in the mornings. "I'm not even annoyed that it might be magic."
At Steve's sceptical silence, Tony conceded with a huff. "Fine, probably a tad annoyed. But magic is science as yet discovered, and this calls for a celebration. Veuve-Clicquot '89? Or Dom? Always a classic."
Tony made to reach for his robe at the edge of the bed, but Steve grabbed his wrist, and Tony turned to him and smiled. "I always forget how quick you are," he said, using his other hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"If your tumour is gone," Steve said simply, "you should stop before your liver goes too."
For a moment, Tony stilled, as he looked at Steve's hand on his arm, and took in the fact that it was still there. It was an easy touch, and not tied to anything sexual at all. On Steve's part, it did not seem fair to put effort into a wasted endeavour, but now-
"Why, Rogers," Tony's voice was light, almost flirtatious as he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "One would think you cared."
Tony offered an exit, and waited for Steve to take it. The tumour was gone, and as such, whatever circumstances they came together changed. It was a practical consideration, and a pertinent one.
Steve's answer surprised them both. "Probably I do."
There was a stunned silence after that. Deliberately, Steve took Tony's hand, linked their fingers together. "Let's see where this goes," and winced at the caution inherent in his tone, but he could only try.
Tony wrinkled his nose as he looked at their linked fingers together, the rose of Steve's Irish stock to the dull gold tint of his. Tony thought about the cons and pros of this merger, looked at Steve, looked at their joined hands and thought again.
Then he sighed. "I gather we'd have to look into that ghastly sobriety thing, then?"
"It won't be too boring," Steve promised as he squeezed Tony's hand, noting that during their exchange, Tony never let go. "I promise."
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In other words, very sweet :)
Wow, that's big praise indeed :DDD
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Yes, I can understand how Ultimates is a bit awkward
Re: Yes, I can understand how Ultimates is a bit awkward
LOL. If I had but prompts and time...
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I love that the "relationship" started because it couldn't be permanent. I love that tiny bit of hope that you managed to convey in their awkwardness at the end. Also, I happen to love Steve telling Tony that he needs to stop drinking now that he isn't going to die at any minute.
LOL yeah, agreed.
Well, you know (I think you know) how much I love your Ultimates fic
No, actually. Cheers for that. I do know that you've been complimentary re: Dutch Courage (I thank you heartily for this, although I'm bemused at its popularity). So cheers, it's a treat to hear.
Yes, Tony and his battle with sobriety now begins! The poor man.
Re: LOL yeah, agreed.
Clearly I need to get better about commenting, then. I've read all of your Ult!fic (and reread and reread) I love the way you write these characters, and I love what you do with them. They (your Ult!fic) are a gift to fandom, and I get excited every time there is a new one to read.
Hmm, that sounds a little creepy, and I apologize. I just get excited but good and interesting writing.
LOL, no it's alright
They (your Ult!fic) are a gift to fandom, and I get excited every time there is a new one to read.
D'awww, cheers! That's big praise, thank you very much. :)'
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This is so amazingly wonderful, and I would quote you back some of my favorite bits, but I'd pretty much just be listing every line Tony had and everything Steve did.
God this was good!
I love Ultimates. I'm so glad you write for it!!
D'awww.
I love Ultimates. I'm so glad you write for it!!
Cheers for saying that! Even though I'm writing Ultimates to get people onside so they can write it so, so i don't have to!
Re: D'awww.
I'm s sorry I'm so distracted with other shiney's right now.
I need to take my Trades with me to work an get re-inspired.
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And it really says something that he's even willing to consider sobriety, particularly since this Tony's reasons for drinking are so self-protective. "I care for you enough that I'm going to give up my numbing agents and face the world without protection, so I can spend more time with you" may not sound romantic, but it's better than all the flowers and candy in the world.
Wow, thank you!
relentless negativity of Ultimates--well, 616, too, but Ultimates is designed to be a downer--gets to me sometimes, and I can't always justify reading comics if they're not going to provide a nice escape.
This is true. The first two volumes of Ultimates are mint, the last one and Ultimatum makes me rage.
And it really says something that he's even willing to consider sobriety, particularly since this Tony's reasons for drinking are so self-protective.
Yes, so much this. Most people look at Ult Tony and the drinking and the posturing, and don't see the depression and the issues.
"I care for you enough that I'm going to give up my numbing agents and face the world without protection, so I can spend more time with you" may not sound romantic, but it's better than all the flowers and candy in the world.
LOL. Too true. Tony Stark, in whatever universe, is a man of the grand gesture.
sorry, I missed this comment (I have no manners)
Thank you very much for this! I must admit, due to me being a Brit, I get self conscious of the fact that I'm writing American characters to the point where I pause. So, cheers!
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Cheers for reading!
Heh. I hear you about that. I'm glad that their personalities came through.
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Heh, yeah
Re: Heh, yeah
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LOL yeah
LOL, yes. Good luck with your stuff today.
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D'awww yeah
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Also, your imagery is always wonderful, but that third paragraph? It is ridiculous. Go you. :)
You did happy Ultimates! Whee!!
It's alright! I know you liked it on chat
Steve's "Probably I do" is just so awesome; that little bit just makes my heart go all aflutter. It's just perfectly awkward and not saccharine, and it hits all the right notes. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for this; it is amazing and lovely.
I'm glad you liked it. Really. I'm seriously glad that it worked for you. Now I have to go back and read that third paragraph.
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Thanks for clicking on the link
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Then he sighed. "I gather we'd have to look into that ghastly sobriety thing, then?"
♥ just- ♥ Also, Tony saying 'ghastly' has got to be the best thing ever.
LOL
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Heh, I can't do hearts and fluffy bunnies
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LOL, cheers for reading.
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Oh! Hello!
Thanks for taking a chance on schmoop.
Ha!, cheers. I get prompts and try to take my best thwack at them. This was my best thwack.
a nice mix of poetry and simplicity.
Heh, cheers. I'm glad that it was worth your time to click. :D
re: Ultimate fic "Yes"
I do like how this started, thinking there will be no future...but now Tony lives and Steve won't have to lose another comrade.
Oh hai! *waves*
Yay for happy Ults fic \o/.
Re: Oh hai! *waves*
Something about the Ult!Universe, that just leaves me with the impression that their Steve/Tony will be more intensely and physical. Almost like angry, but not (quite). 616!Steve scowl when he had a verbal fight with Tony about drinking, and then he goes outside and punch a wall, Ult!Steve would probably have snatched the drink out of Tony's hand in the same situation, and then we get that scene straight out of Gone With The Wind.