cap_ironman | Comment Fic Fest: The Sequel

After the end of the movie, Steve wants to "reconnect with America." Tony offers to take him on a road trip he'll never forget.

When Steve came back from the dead last time, he had great feathery wings. He feels they won't affect his ability to do the Top Cop job. Tony wants to examine them for SCIENCE (or so he says).

Sweaty sex after basketball.

A year or so before Iron Man 1, one of Stark Industries' expeditions finds Steve in the ice and thaws him out. Steve must deal with a whole new world, everything he owns being property of SI, and a gorgeous playboy/inventor who seems far more interested in than he feels is appropriate.

"Mr. Stark, are you there?"

"For you, Ms. Potts, always. What can I do you for this evening?"

A sigh came from the phone. "Tony, you're on speaker to a room full of scientists."

"It's so cute how you think that would stop me." Tony rubbed a hand over his forehead, grimacing when it came back smeared with sweat. He'd thought upgrading the programming on his home security system would be a nice project for a warm summer day, but that had been before he'd decided to improve the fans to the central processors. "So you're on the jet with a room full of scientists? Did you throw a party without me? You know how that hurts my feelings. I'm quite hurt. If you could see me, you would see pain in my eyes."

He grunted and shoved the fan back into the machine. It started up again with a whirr. He imagined the computer sighing with relief, and patted it companionably. "You and me both, buddy."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Where is this party of yours? Can I come?"

"Yes, I think you'd better, Tony. Remember how we had that talk last month about the earmarked funds in your entitlement?"

"...ye-s?"

Another sigh, this one more fond than exasperated, and Pepper re-phrased. "Remember how we had that talk about the money from your dad that you can't touch because it's working on a project for him?"

That got Tony's attention, enough so that he put down his pliers and actually turned to look at the phone. "Sure, yeah. Good old dad, never let a little thing like death stop him from revolutionizing the free world. Something up with the money?"

"No. But the project he was working on...they've found something. You should get here asap."

'Here' turned out to be a naval research station in the Arctic. Out of respect for the cold Tony put on a real shirt before he left, and in a few hours he was striding into the main meeting room. It was a spartan arrangement, just a table and chairs and a glass wall overlooking the labs. And no one was there.

Tony's grand entrance was somewhat sabotaged by lack of an audience, so he sulkily made his way down to the lab level, where there was a lot of commotion going on. People were rushing back and forth, there were big blocks of ice everywhere, and a lot of doctors seem to be clustered around one table. Tony found Pepper fairly easily; her hair was hard to miss.

"Good, you're here. Tony, this is really big," she told him, eyes wide.

"...said the hooker to the priest. All right, okay, sorry, I'm serious, I'm being good. What's up?" He didn't wait for a reply. Tony had a bad habit of asking questions and then working out the answers faster than people could respond. "Obviously they found something in the ice, something worth researching. And this was all my dad's project, so now it's mine which, great, awesome, I love new toys. Whatever they found belongs to me and I'll have fun playing with it."

Pepper gave him a very strange look. "Yes. Well, it's not exactly a toy," she started, just a gap in the wall of doctors opened up for a moment and Tony caught a glimpse of what exactly they had pulled out of the ocean.

It was a man. A man encrusted with ice and very pale, but defrosting even as Tony watched. And he'd heard that ice could preserve things amazingly well, but this was something beyond that. This man looked like he was only sleeping. A chunk of ice slid off of his blond hair and onto the table, and Tony would swear he saw his eyelashes flutter in response. Tony wasn't a doctor but he had a basic knowledge of medical procedure, and one glance at some of the machines clustered around confirmed it: Mr. Popsicle was alive.

"And unless anti-slavery laws have changed since last I checked, I'm pretty sure their discovery doesn't exactly 'belong' to you either," Pepper finished dryly.

OP: I'm loving this so far. Poor Pepper, she puts up with so much. All your voices are spot on. Please, please write more!

Embarrassingly, it took seeing the uniform for Tony to make the connection. Mystery Ice Dude was almost completely defrosted by the time anyone would let Tony close enough to examine him, and by then the silver star on his chest was shining clear as a beacon. Tony took one look and dropped his sunglasses.

"Ms. Potts, correct me if I'm wrong, but I could swear that that's Captain America."

Pepper stooped down with brisk, easy grace and handed him his glasses back. "That's correct."

"You didn't think to mention this earlier."

"I know how you like figuring things out for yourself, sir."

"That's so kind of you."

Tony drew closer, fascinated. The Captain looked younger than he did in all of the posters and trading cards and action figures and--well, everything. He looked barely twenty-five, if that, and so squeaky-clean it hurt.

"The world's first superhero," he mumbled to himself, and felt rather than saw Pepper's eyebrows go up in surprise. "What? I'm allowed to like superheros. I was a kid once, you know. I had the comics and everything."

"Yes sir. Do you want to see what else they found?"

"There's more? Of course there's more, what am I saying, he crashed with a plane full of Hydra tech not to mention an unknown energy source, if they found him they must have--what?" Pepper was now openly staring at him. It made his voice come out a little defensive. "Yes, okay, I might have hacked the military files when I was sixteen and curious and I might have a copy of the tape with his last words. It's Captain America, Pepper! You would have done the same in my position."

"I'm actually an Invisible Woman fan," Pepper told him archly, then motioned to one of the techs off to the side. "Can we see the rest of the retrieved artifacts please?"

They showed him everything they had managed to get from the downed plane, the most interesting of which were the devices for extracting energy from the power source (which was not itself in evidence). Tony had those shipped to his lab for immediate examination upon his return. The shield, however, stayed with him.

"Mr. Stark, we're planning on moving the, uhm, the subject to a recovery center in New York. We think it would be best for him to wake up in familiar surroundings...50s tech, baseball on the radio, that sort of thing."

"That's ridiculous and if you worked for me you'd be fired. Scratch that, you're fired anyways. Anyone else who thinks it's a good idea to stick a trained super-soldier with demonstrated deductive abilities into an environment meant to mimic something that he's experienced and we haven't? You're fired too. We have a medical lab in the Manhattan annex, he's coming there. And we're putting one person in the room, someone with military experience but not on active duty, with no weapons, who will call me personally the minute he wakes up. Understand?"

There were a couple of hesitant nods, and one woman pulled out her phone and began dialing a call. Tony grinned at her. "Quick on the uptake. I like you; you're not fired."

It took ten days for Captain America to wake up. In that time Tony played with his new tech, ignored calls from various government agencies demanding access to said new tech, and did a couple charity and publicity events.

He also played his favourite game with Obie, where Obie waited for Tony to tell him about what he was working on and Tony waited for Obie to get tired of pretending not to know. He knew Obie had people watching him, which made sense in a completely over-the-top, you-take-this-father-figure-thing-to-creepy-extremes way. So of course he would know what Tony had found. But since there was no one better than Tony to analyze the Hydra tech anyways, and since Obie could probably not care less about slumbering superheros, Tony wouldn't have to bring the subject up for a good long while.

When Steve Rogers finally woke up, it was pure good luck that Tony happened to be in Manhattan. He got the call and made it to the room in under ten minutes, where he was met at the door by a short man with a square jaw and very light blue eyes.

"Do you work for me?" was Tony's version of 'hello', which, okay, not exactly polite but he had bigger things to worry about.

"Nope. Name's Barton, they called me because you said you wanted someone ex-military to watch the Cap. He's awake, he's been told where he is and that he was asleep but not for how long. He looks confused and kind of pissed off."

"Awesome." Tony pushed the door open and was arrested mid step by a piercing blue gaze. Captain America had looked young while asleep, but awake he definitely looked like an adult. One somehow straddling the line between wholesome and dangerous.

"Are you the man in charge here? Where am I?"

"You're in New York City. And yep, I'm in charge. Sort of. My desk does have the shiny CEO nameplate on it. If I told people to do something they'd probably do it unless Pepper convinced them I was too drunk to listen to." He gave his most charming grin and held out a hand. After a long pause, Rogers shook it, his grip surprisingly gentle for such huge hands.

"My name is Steve Rogers. Thanks for...rescuing me, I suppose."

"Not a problem, trust me on this one. Tony Stark."

"Stark? Howard has a brother?" Captain America asked, and Tony went a little cold inside.

"No. He. I'm his son," was all he could think of to say, and he watched as Rogers understood what that meant. "You've been asleep. For about seventy years. Which is a little excessive, I mean, I hit the snooze button just as often as the next guy but--" Rogers was looking a little wild around the eyes, so Tony cut off that line of conversation hastily. "Basically, your special muscle juice or whatever combined with that weird energy you were exposed to before the crash stuck you in something called suspended animation, and the ice made sure you stayed nice and unexposed throughout. We found you, thawed you out, brought you back. The year is 2011: welcome home, Captain."

Tony wasn't sure how he'd expected the Captain to take the news. Anger, maybe. Disbelief. But all he saw in that open, honest face was acceptance and terrible grief. Slowly, the corner of Rogers' mouth twitched in something that looked almost nothing like a smile.

"Guess I missed my date," he told Tony, his voice cracking a little.

This is lovely! (And would have been a way better way to wake Steve up. :-)

Still really enjoying this. I think you have great way of writing Tony. I can pretty much hear RDJ while I'm reading. Poor confused Steve though :(

Hope for more soon!

Oh, this is great! The dialogue is awesome, and I love Hawkeye's little cameo there! ^^

Tony's life had been uncomfortably predictable for the past couple of years. Not the work itself--he loved the work, this repulsor technology he was fiddling with now was going to make modern weapons look like Tinker Toys, it was great--but the pattern of it, business deal-public relations-sex-drinking-rinse-repeat. He didn't have a lot of things that really surprised him.

Until he came out of his workshop to see Captain America sitting on his couch reading a US History textbook. "I'm sorry, the secretary said I should wait here," he said at Tony's shocked face. "The redhead?"

Tony frowned. "Jarvis, phone Pepper," he commanded, and couldn't help a little amusement when the Captain jumped and looked around wildly for the disembodied voice that replied.

"Yes sir. Connecting now."

"Mr. Stark? The meeting isn't until 7, and the car should be by to pick you up," was how Pepper answered the phone. Tony was glad he wasn't the only person that had trouble with the whole 'hello, how are you' thing.

"Pepper, did you let Captain America into my house?"

"Uh, no, you did. Remember? You told the Department of Defense last week that no one but Steve Rogers had the right to ask for his stuff back, and if Rogers wanted it he could come and get it?"

Tony glanced over at Rogers, who raised an eyebrow challengingly. Captain America should not be allowed to have such sassy facial expressions, Tony was pretty sure it went against some sort of law.

"Did I also say not to warn me first? Because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have said that. That doesn't sound like the sort of thing I would say."

"I warned you an hour ago, you said something about ionic bonds and air pressure."

Okay, he actually sort of remembered that. That had been before he'd fixed the energy cycling problem. "And my answer remains the same. Thank you for your time Ms. Potts, I'll see you tomorrow."

"You'll see me at the meeting at seven o'clock," came the swift correction as the call ended.

Captain America waited for the 'click' of the phone connection closing, then turned to Tony. "I'd like my suit and shield back, please."

And, because Tony was a dumbfuck who couldn't seem to run sentences through his head before he spit them out, he said, "Well, it's not really 'back', is it? Since my dad made them for you in the first place, it's really more like I've got them back, and you were just...borrowing them."

They just sort of stared at each other for a moment, mutually stunned at what had come out of his mouth. And Tony almost left it there or even ran with it, because he hadn't survived 32 years of life as a genius by refusing to play a losing hand. But...this was Captain America. This was the guy his dad had talked about as if he was everything good in the world combined, rolled up into a neat red, white and blue package and topped with a blonde bow. The impossible standard: the hero.

Tony was never going to be good with first impressions. But he'd learned, over time, how to grow on people.

"Nah, just kidding, Cap. Come on down to the lab with me, I even polished the shield for you."

<3!

Steve/Tony/Natasha/tentacles!

Tony is being stalked by the seed eater (http://theslenderman.wikia.com/wiki/Seed_Eater). What does it want?

Steve decided he wants a garden, and that Stark Tower would look much nicer with some flowers on the top. He makes Tony take him to buy seeds and compost and things. Tony is outraged by the desecration of his tower.

"I think it's a lovely idea," Pepper said as she tapped the holographic projection of Stark Tower. "And it certainly fits the image of our green energy initiative." She frowned in concentration as she zoomed in on Stark Tower's roof garden, although calling it a garden was stretching the definition. It was mostly barren; it's main purpose was, after all, a launch pad for the Iron Man armor. "We'll have to work around Tony's..." she gestured vaguely, "...armor stripping robot arms, but that will leave us plenty of room."

"That's great." Steve glanced from the hologram to the actual roof garden, which was just across the room, viewable through ceiling-to-floor windows. He could easily imagine the concrete hidden beneath rich soil and a carpet of green leaves and blooms in red, pink, and gold. He glanced back at Pepper, who was still frowning slightly as she leaned against the computer desk. She looked as professionally polished as ever, but she and Steve had become friends since the founding of the Avengers, and Steve could tell she had misgivings. "That's great, but you're hesitating. What's the catch?"

Pepper laughed. "You're good, Steve. Not nearly as naive as the press makes you out to be. There's no catch, but I think it will be a hard sell. Tony's a city boy through-and-through, and he's never had a green thumb. Every potted plant in his office has ended up dead. Even the cactus. How? I don't know. I think he might have been watering it with his coffee dregs."

Steve shrugged. "I'm a city boy too. Don't worry, I think I know what angle to use."

Pepper thwacked Steve on the arm, delighted. "Captain America, you are the perfect con man! If you need help playing him, give me a call. If all else fails I'll insist it's in my twelve percent of the tower."

"Thank you, Ms. Potts, but we might as well give Tony a fighting chance. The game is over once I enlist you."

"Flatterer." Pepper was grinning as she walked Steve to the elevator. "I'll start looking into gardening suppliers and local greenhouses. You'll have Tony's permission soon enough. But all the same - good luck, soldier."

***

Tony was, indeed, less than enthusiastic. "A garden," he repeated, and he imbued the word with a sense of toxicity, as if Steve had suggested painting Stark Tower in radium Undark. "Steve, you know I like to make you happy. It makes me happy to indulge your whims. I found that rotary dial phone for you, didn't I? But a garden?"

Steve ignored the jab about the phone. Even after a year in his new body, his larger fingers still sometimes proved unwieldily, and he'd once rather spectacularly lost his temper while trying to dial on a so-called-smartphone. Unfortunately, Tony had been in the room, and within days much of Stark Tower's technology was outfitted with retro interfaces. Supposedly this was for Steve's benefit, but Steve knew Tony well enough. Merging a digital camera with a Brownie? That's what Tony Stark did for fun.

Case in point: when Steve had went to look for Tony in his office, the receptionist had told Steve that Tony was taking a long lunch. Steve had checked Tony's workroom next, and sure enough that's where the CEO had been since clocking out. There were tools spread about the floor, Tony was half-obscured under a robot, and there were no signs of lunch in sight.

"You wouldn't have to do any of the work," Steve pointed out, "although I think you'd enjoy helping out."

"Plants and I don't get along."

"What, did you get in a brawl with a cheese plant?"

"Very funny. No, I once had a bad trip while watching Little Shop of Horrors."

Now that he'd gotten the hang of the smartphone, it was very useful. Steve looked up Little Shop of Horrors while he continued the conversation. He wouldn't usually be so rude, but it wasn't like Tony could see him from under the robot. "I've been thinking about the press we've been doing as the Avengers, and-"

"If this is about the Vanity Fair reporter, I can explain."

"-we have an opportunity to do a lot of good right now-"

"What, saving Manhattan wasn't enough to earn our Eagle Scout Badge?"

"-and I think this would be something we could do as a team."

"Plant a garden as a team? On the roof of Stark Tower? Steve, I realize the nuances of this will be lost on you, but I've already lost a lot of face by severing my military contracts and stopping weapons production. I am dangerously close to being branded a hippie. A peace-loving, joint-smoking, carnation-in-a-barrel-of-a-gun flower child. And no one I face will ever take me seriously again in battle or in the boardroom, my stocks will nosedive, and Ben and Jerry will either sue me for stealing their schtick or invite me to live in their socialist commune where I'll spend the rest of my days eating ice cream in a peasant blouse."

Huh, it looked like Little Shop of Horrors was a musical. Steve liked musicals. Natasha had already given him a copy of Wizard of Oz, but he was ready to check out a musical of the future. He tapped the bookmark button. "That's nice, Tony. So I was thinking that the Avengers could plant a victory garden."

There was a scuffling noise, and Steve set down his phone as Tony emerged from under the metal form of his project. "A victory garden?"

Victory garden! I love it!

Actually I love all your character voices here, but victory garden is totally the best bit.

Hee, this is great! Victory garden indeed! ^__^

Tony, Clint and Natasha take it upon themselves to teach Steve and Thor highly inappropriate slang as common terminology. Tony only realises the downside when he and Steve get it on. No, Tony doesn't really want Steve's man-seed in his chocolate starfish.

Tony is interested in Steve, but doesn't want to upset or discomfit him - he's still adjusting. He tries to subtly plant the seeds of the idea that gay relationships are awesome and Steve should try one. Sadly, he's about as subtle as a brick.

I'd love a fic where Steve points out - for whatever reason - that songs like 'Born This Way' are very similar to the 1920 German cabaret song 'The Lavender Song (http://weimar.facinghistory.org/content/lavender-song-das-lila-lied-music-mischa-spoliansky-lyrics-kurt-schwabach-1920)'. Maybe he's tired of people assuming he must be socially conservative, or assuming that modern sexual politics must be the most shocking thing about waking up in present day. Or maybe he's just defending his enjoyment of Lady Gaga's music.

I've had this gnawing at the edges of my mind, but can't find the will to put it to paper. Basically, I've been thinking about how, when Tony deleted his mind, he suffers with severe gaps and lapses in his long-term memory. I've always wanted a scene where Steve makes a reference to something in their past--good, bad, romantic--really meaningful to them, and Tony not able to remember it.

Captain America wants to date Iron Man. Sadly, he's getting relationship advice from Rhodey and Pepper.

With permission from its originator, my prompt is only one word.

Glitterdick.

Sort-of AU where Steve and Tony meet and have sex before either of them know who the other is. Later they get proper introductions. Cue shock/horror. "You're Howard's little boy!"/"You're were on my nursery wallpaper!" Naturally, things get a bit awkward.

Seconded! The prompt alone made me spew my coffee.

Since he got the serum, Steve has grown used to always being healthy -- until yet another flu season rolls around and he finds he's not immune to the latest strain. Cue Steve being utterly miserable because he's forgotten how to cope with ordinary everyday illness. Cue Tony being both sympathetic and deeply amused as he fusses over his sick boyfriend.

BUBBLE WRAP MADNESS!!!

Bruce conspires with Steve to help him woo Tony. Scientifically.

Ult!Tony takes the new Spider-man under his wing to show him the ropes, i.e. superheroing in New York. Ult!Steve thinks he makes a terrible role model so he goes along to "chaperone" ~~because Ult!Steve is and always will have a stick lodged way too firmly up you know where (imo)~~.

Mostly I just want Miles and Tony and Steve hanging out and doing things. Gen or whatever, all is good. <3

P.S.! I'm pretty sure this doesn't gel with canon very well so feel free to tweak, ignore, or au what you like.

is this too late? D:

Ever since Steve has become Top Cop, we've been seeing small (or not so small) but significant changes in his behaviour and ethics. The job as "The Spy", is not in fact, the most conducive to moral high-ground, after all. Tony, having been in the same position, notices and confronts Steve!

because i don't think canon will do anything with this plotline except sweep it under the rug. :C

...and I really hope someone takes it on!

I don't know if this has been done, but I am ~desperate~ for Civil War fic where they know about the alternate universe where Cap marrying Iron Woman helped stop the civil war- and so ALL THE AVENGERS conspire to get Cap and Iron Man married so it can stop the civil war for them too.

Seconded! All through Civil War I was like "Please let them recognize the easy and hilarious solution, please." XD

Thirded!

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