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Fanfic: A Parallel Of Loss
Err, so... hi! This is my first post and I'm AU-ing things up pretty severely so I hope y'all will be kind. ^__^;;
Title: A Parallel Of Loss
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lady_zip
Rated: PG-13 for some language and implied sex.
Beta Read: Nope, should be okay though since I re-read with extreme paranoia.
Universe: Post Civil War 616 continuity, meshed with (expanded and improved!) Earth-3490 AU
Disclaimer: Marvel, I'm broke. It's not worth it to sue me I promise you.
Notes: I blamemeta_sandwich both for putting this idea in my head and for enabling me when I started drabbling it at her in the first place.
Summary: Tony Stark hates three things more than anything else. Magic, time-travel, and alternate realities....
He couldn't blame Steve for a inch. She was gorgeous. However small and comely she appeared when dwarfed by his shirt in the morning light she was every inch a vixen even when she was just pouring cereal. There was seduction and power in every angle - from the way her hair fell, to the graceful line of her neck, to the practiced smoothness of her motions, to the casualness that made it all look natural instead of carefully rehearsed.
Her pregnant belly should have bothered him more. So should her wedding ring.
"If you really sleep like I do I'll have to tell Steve he was right about my freezing feet and the kicking him in the shins." she said, not looking at him as she poured milk over her Frosted Flakes. (She'd found everything in his cupboards without having to be told where to look once.)
Tony slumped against the doorway a little harder and sipped at his coffee, running a hand over his face and unable to muster up any concern for his stubble or his lack of a shirt.
"So you're going to tell him about this then?"
"I'll probably make everything that happened in your bed out to be platonic but I'm going to have to explain where the hell I WAS for two days to my husband, yes."
Natasha-but-call-me-Toni flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder and fixed him with a look more sympathetic than her tone. She knew he had no one to tell, and for a couple of moments it seemed like it hurt her more than it did him. He'd had time to process that his Steve was gone. Hers - god willing - was still there to go home to, presuming that this dimension's Reed Richards could get her back to her own Earth in one piece.
Tony had been fighting against asking her to take him with her since the moment she'd introduced herself by her full name.
She was a shitty substitute for what he really wanted. Her hands were small, her voice too high, she was all hips and curves and petite breakable body. The night before, as he bent over her in a hungry kiss, the baby inside her had shifted hard enough for him to feel it against his own stomach and the pang it put through him made his eyes water.
But touching Toni, breathing in the trace of Steve on her skin... It was as close as he would ever get again; having her, who had everything he wanted, even just for a night. In the moment it had made him feel the tiniest bit better (at the least it had made him forget) and in the harsh glare of morning he wished he could feel guilty.
There had been no discussion of intent, no real decision made in advance about them sleeping together. Had she been less pregnant and less married it would have been an easy choice, if a narcissistic one. Who meets their sexy opposite-gender alternate-universe self due to a freak malfunction of dimensional technology and isn't at least CURIOUS, right? And Tony Stark being Tony Stark... well, even the married part might not have mattered so much in the name of not wasting a once in a lifetime opportunity.
But six months pregnant, wedding ring still un-weathered, Natasha Antoinette Stark-Rogers presented a more complicated situation. She had his wit, her own type of sarcastic charm, and intense blue eyes that stared into his god-damned soul and ripped him inside out...
She'd also passed out when he told her what happened to his Steve.
Although she insisted the faint was more due to her shit blood pressure than to shock her drawn, ashen face and the way she clutched at her chest made a liar out of her. When he'd explained the circumstances, his voice pained but tightly controlled, her small trembling hand had settled on the back of his neck.
"I'm so sorry. I know it's not the same, but the times I've though I lost him..."
She couldn't say more and he didn't make her, but when she tried to put her arms around him instead he let her. From anyone else he might have hated the patronizing motherly tone of the touch, but he drank in her comfort and her pity in equal measure. Toni knew him, was him, conceptualized the weight of his pain and guilt more fully than anyone else could.
Ever since Steve had been gone there had been such emphasis placed on loss. The world's loss, America's loss, the Avengers' loss... and no one but her had sat and addressed it as simply being Tony's loss individually. She already knew what he couldn't tell anyone.
"It wasn't worth it."
She kissed his forehead. "I know..."
At some later point she muttered while stroking his hair - "You poor sad bastard." - and he didn't have the wherewithal to be offended. She was right.
He kissed her mouth first, firm and insistent, and she bowed to the touch complacently. There was no passion to it, not even really much attraction (though he never would have called her unattractive, even with her short stature and rounded belly), but purely need - a desperation for the comfort that she offered so openly. She touched him with a sort of sadness, letting him lead. Letting him take. Her physical response mattered less than the look in her eyes; the softness and affection there that Tony thought may well have been normally reserved for the mortally wounded, for the truly suffering.
He supposed he was both in his own way.
Standing in the kitchen she leaned on the counter, arc reactor glowing blue through the gaps between her shirt-buttons as she eyed him over the rim of her cereal bowl. She looked as if she just didn't know what to say, and truthfully neither did he, so he filled the silence with an inane question.
"How's the cereal?"
She pursed her lips in a frown and looked away.
"It's better back home."
Just like everything else.
Title: A Parallel Of Loss
Author:
lady_zipRated: PG-13 for some language and implied sex.
Beta Read: Nope, should be okay though since I re-read with extreme paranoia.
Universe: Post Civil War 616 continuity, meshed with (expanded and improved!) Earth-3490 AU
Disclaimer: Marvel, I'm broke. It's not worth it to sue me I promise you.
Notes: I blame
meta_sandwich both for putting this idea in my head and for enabling me when I started drabbling it at her in the first place.Summary: Tony Stark hates three things more than anything else. Magic, time-travel, and alternate realities....
He couldn't blame Steve for a inch. She was gorgeous. However small and comely she appeared when dwarfed by his shirt in the morning light she was every inch a vixen even when she was just pouring cereal. There was seduction and power in every angle - from the way her hair fell, to the graceful line of her neck, to the practiced smoothness of her motions, to the casualness that made it all look natural instead of carefully rehearsed.
Her pregnant belly should have bothered him more. So should her wedding ring.
"If you really sleep like I do I'll have to tell Steve he was right about my freezing feet and the kicking him in the shins." she said, not looking at him as she poured milk over her Frosted Flakes. (She'd found everything in his cupboards without having to be told where to look once.)
Tony slumped against the doorway a little harder and sipped at his coffee, running a hand over his face and unable to muster up any concern for his stubble or his lack of a shirt.
"So you're going to tell him about this then?"
"I'll probably make everything that happened in your bed out to be platonic but I'm going to have to explain where the hell I WAS for two days to my husband, yes."
Natasha-but-call-me-Toni flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder and fixed him with a look more sympathetic than her tone. She knew he had no one to tell, and for a couple of moments it seemed like it hurt her more than it did him. He'd had time to process that his Steve was gone. Hers - god willing - was still there to go home to, presuming that this dimension's Reed Richards could get her back to her own Earth in one piece.
Tony had been fighting against asking her to take him with her since the moment she'd introduced herself by her full name.
She was a shitty substitute for what he really wanted. Her hands were small, her voice too high, she was all hips and curves and petite breakable body. The night before, as he bent over her in a hungry kiss, the baby inside her had shifted hard enough for him to feel it against his own stomach and the pang it put through him made his eyes water.
But touching Toni, breathing in the trace of Steve on her skin... It was as close as he would ever get again; having her, who had everything he wanted, even just for a night. In the moment it had made him feel the tiniest bit better (at the least it had made him forget) and in the harsh glare of morning he wished he could feel guilty.
There had been no discussion of intent, no real decision made in advance about them sleeping together. Had she been less pregnant and less married it would have been an easy choice, if a narcissistic one. Who meets their sexy opposite-gender alternate-universe self due to a freak malfunction of dimensional technology and isn't at least CURIOUS, right? And Tony Stark being Tony Stark... well, even the married part might not have mattered so much in the name of not wasting a once in a lifetime opportunity.
But six months pregnant, wedding ring still un-weathered, Natasha Antoinette Stark-Rogers presented a more complicated situation. She had his wit, her own type of sarcastic charm, and intense blue eyes that stared into his god-damned soul and ripped him inside out...
She'd also passed out when he told her what happened to his Steve.
Although she insisted the faint was more due to her shit blood pressure than to shock her drawn, ashen face and the way she clutched at her chest made a liar out of her. When he'd explained the circumstances, his voice pained but tightly controlled, her small trembling hand had settled on the back of his neck.
"I'm so sorry. I know it's not the same, but the times I've though I lost him..."
She couldn't say more and he didn't make her, but when she tried to put her arms around him instead he let her. From anyone else he might have hated the patronizing motherly tone of the touch, but he drank in her comfort and her pity in equal measure. Toni knew him, was him, conceptualized the weight of his pain and guilt more fully than anyone else could.
Ever since Steve had been gone there had been such emphasis placed on loss. The world's loss, America's loss, the Avengers' loss... and no one but her had sat and addressed it as simply being Tony's loss individually. She already knew what he couldn't tell anyone.
"It wasn't worth it."
She kissed his forehead. "I know..."
At some later point she muttered while stroking his hair - "You poor sad bastard." - and he didn't have the wherewithal to be offended. She was right.
He kissed her mouth first, firm and insistent, and she bowed to the touch complacently. There was no passion to it, not even really much attraction (though he never would have called her unattractive, even with her short stature and rounded belly), but purely need - a desperation for the comfort that she offered so openly. She touched him with a sort of sadness, letting him lead. Letting him take. Her physical response mattered less than the look in her eyes; the softness and affection there that Tony thought may well have been normally reserved for the mortally wounded, for the truly suffering.
He supposed he was both in his own way.
Standing in the kitchen she leaned on the counter, arc reactor glowing blue through the gaps between her shirt-buttons as she eyed him over the rim of her cereal bowl. She looked as if she just didn't know what to say, and truthfully neither did he, so he filled the silence with an inane question.
"How's the cereal?"
She pursed her lips in a frown and looked away.
"It's better back home."
Just like everything else.
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But I like it anyway so: GOOD WORK!
And I've always thought that the female version of Tony would be short :P
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I figure Toni is about 5'3", with an addiction to high-heels as a result. XD
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Well not that much, but it's hilarious, I can terrify people XD
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I need to stop reading fics. They're like plot bunny bait, I swear.
Hi, don't mind me, I'm new and I lurk. Shhh!
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We should form a club, except everyone would lurk. D:
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Great read!
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Or a "Once in a life time experience"
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Thanks! <3
Of course Tony would hate AUs
I've always thought that female Tony would be short too. Don't know why, could be the influence of
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