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cap_ironman2009-06-08 08:39 pm
hohaiyee.livejournal.com) wrote in cap_ironman2009-06-08 08:39 pm
As Time Goes By, Marvel Zombieverse Steve/Tony microfic
I know it's nowhere near Halloween, but I just came across this very haunting Iron Man cover that Arthur Suydam did for the 5th edition of Marvel Zombies (back in Nov/Dec 2007). It references the Demon In A Bottle storyline, and there is a real Classic Horrors feel to it, more than visceral gore, it is a horror that is also gorgeous and tragic;
I really hope that they have this cover in large poster format, unglossed paper like one of those old movies posters.
Is Casablanca (1942) public domain yet? If I have the means to, I want to do a short zombie movie scene that references it. Undead walking outside an old motel in broad daylight, and inside, you hear the Casablanca song Knock On Wood sung by Dooly Wilson on an old TV set. Pans out and you can see an abandoned bar, and a lone drinker hunched over on her stool, tiredly taping her knuckles on the bar.
Instead, I wrote this Steve/Tony fic, set in the 2149 universe weeks after the outbreak...I'm probably stretching out the timeline here, because I think the Silver Surfer had actually arrived before weeks had past?
[As Time Goes By]
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The underground theatre has long been deserted, a relic of the 40s with sheet draped rows of seats, and dust layered carpets. The small sliverscreen rests behind a narrow stage, where skits and dances were once shown between the movies.
For weeks, an old man have been living down here, sleeping in the green room with his grocery cart of canned food. Steve didn't know what his plans were, beyond that, but a caved in skull has taken care of everything.
They were taking a break from the others, strolling arm in arm through the older district of New York, when Tony noticed that one of the utility panels had been recently tempered with. The old man was in the cleaned projector room, watching Casablanca. The loud duel of the anthems drowned their footsteps, as Steve snuck up, shield in hand...or maybe he was almost deaf because he was wearing a broken hearing aid.
Dinner was eaten in shameful silence. Slowly because they weren't that hungry yet when they started, and slowly because they were praying that their clarity of mind would last. Regaining sanity with the remains of their meal before them, was worse than the intolerable frenzy that the hunger brings. Still, neither Steve or Tony have the mind to dread sanity when they were hungry, the way they dread the hunger when they were sane.
Mindless of the gray grease that sticks to his uniform, Steve sat in the front row, his chin on his fist as the credits ran down the screen, thinking about the sure-voiced gents and effulgent dames he grew up with. Steve said not a word though, when he pulled Tony into his lap, Tony who came back from the green room, necrotized flesh still showing through layers of foundation.
ETA: Lighter Side commentfic (that I would love for someone to draw out nudge nudge wink wink)
Steve frowned, the best he could, what with half his forehead missing (he really should do something cosmetic about it).
"Tony, the team isn't going to be happy about having one more mouth to feed."
"I swear, it followed me home!"
"You still have bits of dinner caught in the creases of your armour."
"Oh, ew, um...here kitty, here...see Steve, it's cleaning me!"
*sigh
I really hope that they have this cover in large poster format, unglossed paper like one of those old movies posters.
Is Casablanca (1942) public domain yet? If I have the means to, I want to do a short zombie movie scene that references it. Undead walking outside an old motel in broad daylight, and inside, you hear the Casablanca song Knock On Wood sung by Dooly Wilson on an old TV set. Pans out and you can see an abandoned bar, and a lone drinker hunched over on her stool, tiredly taping her knuckles on the bar.
Instead, I wrote this Steve/Tony fic, set in the 2149 universe weeks after the outbreak...I'm probably stretching out the timeline here, because I think the Silver Surfer had actually arrived before weeks had past?
[As Time Goes By]
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The underground theatre has long been deserted, a relic of the 40s with sheet draped rows of seats, and dust layered carpets. The small sliverscreen rests behind a narrow stage, where skits and dances were once shown between the movies.
For weeks, an old man have been living down here, sleeping in the green room with his grocery cart of canned food. Steve didn't know what his plans were, beyond that, but a caved in skull has taken care of everything.
They were taking a break from the others, strolling arm in arm through the older district of New York, when Tony noticed that one of the utility panels had been recently tempered with. The old man was in the cleaned projector room, watching Casablanca. The loud duel of the anthems drowned their footsteps, as Steve snuck up, shield in hand...or maybe he was almost deaf because he was wearing a broken hearing aid.
Dinner was eaten in shameful silence. Slowly because they weren't that hungry yet when they started, and slowly because they were praying that their clarity of mind would last. Regaining sanity with the remains of their meal before them, was worse than the intolerable frenzy that the hunger brings. Still, neither Steve or Tony have the mind to dread sanity when they were hungry, the way they dread the hunger when they were sane.
Mindless of the gray grease that sticks to his uniform, Steve sat in the front row, his chin on his fist as the credits ran down the screen, thinking about the sure-voiced gents and effulgent dames he grew up with. Steve said not a word though, when he pulled Tony into his lap, Tony who came back from the green room, necrotized flesh still showing through layers of foundation.
ETA: Lighter Side commentfic (that I would love for someone to draw out nudge nudge wink wink)
Steve frowned, the best he could, what with half his forehead missing (he really should do something cosmetic about it).
"Tony, the team isn't going to be happy about having one more mouth to feed."
"I swear, it followed me home!"
"You still have bits of dinner caught in the creases of your armour."
"Oh, ew, um...here kitty, here...see Steve, it's cleaning me!"
*sigh
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Also, the fic is heart wrenching and the little-bitty one after it somehow fixes it all. I guess that's the power of kittens though. They make even zombies cute and fluffy.
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I think Tony is actually very vain, when he remembers to look at himself. Like, he'll grease up his pretty clothes without a thought, and the fact that he'll look like a hobo after days down in the lab won't bother him...but if he was going out to some social function, and he were to prim in front of his vanity table, which exist even in the original cover with pretty craved details and all, he'll be really vain about the way he looks.
The heart wrenching bit for me is how everything gets corrupted, good intentions. The Avengers intended to go back to find a cure, but they ended up eating Jarvis. Peter rushed home intending to get his loved ones to safety, but he ended up eating them when he's hungry. Tony and Steve intended to go out for a romantic walk, trying to pretend everything was normal, but it turns to horror anyways.
Tony and Steve didn't intend to hunt, the streets were already deserted, and there Tony was, mocking at how old everything is, the old phone booth, the old clunky electrical boxes, and then they noticed that someone is living down there, and they just couldn't leave it alone.
I've always really like it when someone angsty is followed up by a light little omake. In fact, I wonder if that was the original use for omakes in Japanese manga. After a long serious story, they have a cute little sidetake. ...and I think in collections of short stories, the order they are presented in matters as much as the content. Like, I read Bending the Landscape, Horror, and I really would have liked it better if they struck the one with the birds and optimistic ending at the very end.