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[kitty11chan.livejournal.com]

So, I'm sure everyone has heard the joyous news of gay marriage being legalized in New York.  Since Steve & Tony are New Yorkers, I think we should be celebrating this here; wedding pics, fics, the works.  Because you know those two are gonna be among the first down the aisle. Who's with me?

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[kesomon.livejournal.com]

Here here!

[tonks07.livejournal.com]

Has everyone seen this meme yet? (http://bree-black.livejournal.com/84411.html)

[kitty11chan.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, the Thor one kills me. *cackles*

[muccamukk]

We don't have any modly plans at this time, but if someone wants to run with the idea, we're all for it.

[grand-duc.livejournal.com]

I actually have a fic in the work.

Does anyone know when the knew first broke out?

In my fic they would have been keeping an eye on the passing of the law so I wonder when and how they would have learned it had passed.

[brummel.livejournal.com]

The vote happened late night on Friday, June 24th. Clearly Tony learned from an explosion on Twitter. (Also appropos because that was the Friday right before the NYC Pride Parade)

Celebratory Minific!

[garrideb.livejournal.com]

New York's Pride Parade was big this year. It was always big, and bright, and exuberant, but this year the beautiful weather and recent political gains combined to give it that extra push, and estimations were putting the crowds at three quarters of a million people. Carol watched as Steve gazed down at the packed street. He was smiling as if he felt the joy like a physical thing; a sunbeam that shone out of NYC brighter than any electrical lights.

She didn't feel nearly so joyful, and it probably showed. She was standing with her arms crossed. "DADT was repelled, and now this," she said, not looking at Steve. "It's almost as if we're worth the same as straight people."

There. She had just come out to Captain America. Even if she had been looking, she wouldn't have been able to see his expression under his cowl. He probably wasn't too surprised; Carol had been through phases where she was extremely guarded, but also phases where she flirted openly with women. Steve had been there for both. But who knew? Maybe this was a shock to him. Everyone made assumptions.

He spoke after a long pause. "Society is coming around," he said. "Maddeningly slow, I know, but it is happening."

They weren't here in an official capacity, but any gathering this big could be a target for super villains. Some might be tempted by the thousands of cameras - a nice soapbox for a megalomanic speech or two - and some might simply be bigots. When Steve had announced that he was going, Carol had agreed to come along. She'd hoped it would improve her mood.

A group of belly dancers passed below their perch on the balcony. They were wearing matching red skirts with coin belts that jangled as they swished their hips. Wanda would have loved to join them. Carol remembered the way Wanda had danced at the Transian restaurant, the night they'd gone out to celebrate Carol's birthday. How many years ago had that been? Her skirt had looked a bit like the belly dancers' skirts.

She didn't want to feel so bitter today, really. So she looked away from the dancers. The whole street was full of bright costumes. It was a nice feeling when colorful spandex didn't single you out. Jan would be having a field day right now, if she were here. Carol sometimes had gotten bored of her constant fashion commentary, but right now she missed her fiercely.

So don't think about Jan, she told herself. And then, because her brain hated her, she thought about Bobbi.

"Has someone been harassing you?" Steve asked. "About being... not straight? You seem very angry."

Carol sighed and shook her head. "I'm just having one of those days."

"Anything I can do to help?"

She almost said no, but hell, she was standing next to Captain America at a pride parade. "You're pretty much the go-to guy for uplifting speeches." She gestured to the crowd. "I'm surprised no one booked you. Well, I could use some uplifted spirits. A pep-talk, I don't know. A knock-knock joke."

Steve turned so that he was closer to Carol, and lowered his voice. "I'm going to propose to Tony."

Carol stared at him. "Oh my god. For real?"

"Yes." He glanced down. Rubbed the back of his neck. "It's true, you know. For richer and poorer, in sickness and in health..." He gave a sheepish smile and said in a lighter tone, "and the New York economy needs all the weddings it can get, right?"

And just like that, all her frustrations evaporated like so much mist. She wrapped her arms around him in a giant hug. "Tony is so lucky to have you." And damn, those were tears in the corners of her eyes. "If he doesn't say yes right away I'll knock some sense into him," she promised, and then, realizing how that sounded she added, "but he'll say yes."

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[bethany-cabe.livejournal.com]

Do ever so love.

Heh. I'm myself getting married in eight weeks (and three days), so wedding fic = win for me right now. Yay! Will you write more? You should well write more, it's awesome. Extremely nicely characterised, extremely nicely balanced, extremely nice dialogue. Good work!

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[kitty11chan.livejournal.com]

Yay!

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[grand-duc.livejournal.com]

This is so nice!

And yay hints of Carol/Wanda.

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[muccamukk]

Awwww. Nice Carol/Wanda in there too.

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[nightwalker.livejournal.com]

That was so cute!

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[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

A+

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[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

*glee* I was thinking while at the parade that someone needed to write fic (or draw art) of Steve going to it. The way Carol's torn between joy and bitterness is perfect - because it's awesome, but Wanda is still gone, Jan is still dead, and it's still only a battle and not the whole war. And I love sheepish Steve's lame joke about wedding being good for the economy, and Steve/Tony wedding <3 <3.

Posting Here Cause It Doesn't Quite Fill The Prompt There

[ficbypen.livejournal.com]

*

"I've got about an hour during my lunch break," Tony informs Steve after Pepper informs him. He lounges in his office at Stark Tower with his feet up on the desk. He shoos Pepper away and chats with Steve via Extremis.

Through the satellite feeds he can see Steve looking at his day planner. Steve says, "My meeting with Hill doesn't start until 3PM and then I have a briefing with the President five. Think they'll be a line?"

"Course they'll be a line. We can probably cut."

"No, Tony."

"We're on a tight schedule."

"Along with everyone else there." Steve slams the planner shut. "I'll just have to tell the President he can wait."

"Hmm... God that's sexy."

"Good bye, Tony."

Tony 'hangs up' Extremis. "Yeah, yeah, love you, too."

*

Steve and Tony arrive at City Hall a little pass one o'clock. As suspected, there's a line. Pepper and Rhodey gossip on their cell phones. Tony's in his business suit and sunglasses, and Steve's in his t-shirt and jeans and aviators. No one notices them kiss or hold hands. No one even notices when Sam, Bucky, Natasha and a whole bunch of other superheroes in-civvies-wear arrive.

"The President offered to be our witness," Steve says.

"Isn't that sweet." Tony nods. "I prefer Pepper."

*

When the clerk calls them next they walk up to the counter and fill out the forms. The clerk gasps but does not falter. She just does her job and asks for all the necessity information.


*

Twenty minutes later, what Tony and Steve and their friends have known for nearly a decade becomes official.

"Think the super villains will give us two weeks for a honeymoon?" Tony asks as Steve opens the door to back of the Bentley. Tony's gotta get back to work.

"No." He kisses Tony good-bye.

"Nice thought."

"I'm sure the other Avengers could handle it."

"Right."

"So, see you tonight for dinner?"

"I'll book the reservations."

"I might be late. Work."

Tony shuts the door and rolls down the window. "Not too late. We have a wedding night to celebrate."

*

Steve just laughs. He keeps smiling as he watches the car drive away. Sam slaps him on his back and says congratulations. Steve shrugs.

"Nothing's changed. Now it's just official."

Sam shakes his head like everything's changed. "Now you have to deal with the press."

"Nah, now Pepper has to deal with the press." Steve smiles at Sam. "You hungry? I'm dying for a hot dog and coke. There should be a vendor just up the block."

"Sure, man. Sounds great."

*

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[garrideb.livejournal.com]

Steve slams the planner shut. "I'll just have to tell the President he can wait."

"Hmm... God that's sexy."

Oh, Tony! I love how casual and intimate this is - I can totally imagine them getting married this way.

[taiyou_to_tsuki.livejournal.com]

SO, when these joyous news hit my first reaction was to doodle... Well, this:

(http://s92.photobucket.com/albums/l26/Taiyou_to_tsuki/?action=view&current=IMG_1393.jpg)

Because I am classy like that. This evening I was feeling a bit more willing to put a certain amount of actual effort into a picture and ended up with this:

(http://s92.photobucket.com/albums/l26/Taiyou_to_tsuki/?action=view&current=IMG_1397.jpg)

Photos taken with my digital camera to complete the sloppy colouring and slapped on background. b

(Note: I do own a scanner, I'm just ridiculously self-conscious about my art so I seldom find it worth to use it since, well, I never show my pictures anyway. Making an exception here, because YAY GAY MARRIAGE. :Db)

[muccamukk]

That is a most excellent first reaction!

And an excellent second reaction too. I like the colouring, and their expressions are very sweet.

[red-vlvtn.livejournal.com]

I love this post and all of its comments. You people are beautiful.

[kitty11chan.livejournal.com]

I love your icon. He is totally right, by the way.

[cookinguptales.livejournal.com]

So today I got on a plane to NYC and so I decided to use the time to write fic in honor of the destination. Two quick ficlets! Proposal fic first:

A/N: idek what 'verse this is in. Probably some unholy union of MA and 616. That sounds like me. Just roll with it.


This had not been a good week. When Tony had been asked to travel to meet the latest new set of alien people, he had not been surprised. Privately, he thought that Steve would have made a better representative of the Avengers, with his preposterously earnest speeches and slightly goofy (and sometimes breathtaking) grins, but Tony did have to admit that he was better with the politics. He hadn't been surprised when AIM had shown up to wreck the meeting, either. That was just how these things went, wasn't it? When he was forced to stay on the alien homeworld for almost two weeks for quarantine precautions after AIM's thwarted biological attack, though, that put a wrench in his plans.

Tony walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Tower with three things on his mind: Coffee, armor repairs, and maybe if he didn't collapse first, Steve. To his surprise, two of those three things were sitting at the table waiting for him. Tony collapsed in his chair and gave Steve an easy grin as he accepted the proffered cup of coffee. "Hey," he greeted, leaning back in his seat. "Did I miss anything fun?"

Wordlessly, Steve leaned over and grabbed the newspaper from the table next to him and held it out to Tony. There was something in his expression that Tony couldn't quite identify. Well, that was worrying.

Tony took the paper from him and unfolded it. Then he squinted at it for a moment in the valiant effort to make the headline make sense.


"NEW YORK ALLOWS SAME-SEX MARRIAGE, BECOMING LARGEST STATE TO PASS LAW"


He quickly skimmed the article, taking in as much as he possibly could with the way his head was spinning at the moment. His heartbeat was speeding up, he knew, but it wasn't the bad kind, the quick, irregular thump that he was all too familiar with. It was the good kind, the really good kind and suddenly he had to swallow around a dry lump in his throat.

He lowered the paper shakily to find Steve on the floor in front of him, down on one knee. Tony blinked. He really must have been tired not to have even noticed when Steve had gotten up. Then Steve cleared his throat, which instantly silenced his wandering train of thought.

"Tony, we've been together a long time, and, I mean, a few days ago, they decided... Tony, you--" He broke off, red to his ears. It seemed like his ever-eloquent super soldier had forgotten how to use his tongue. Steve paused for a moment, apparently rallying himself, before he pulled out a small box and looked entreatingly up at him. "Tony, will you marry me?"

Tony opened the box and blinked down at the ring owlishly. It was beautiful, really, some kind of silvery material that he was sure he'd be able to identify when he was a little more coherent. "Jesus, Steve. That paper came out two days ago. When did you find the time to get a ring?" he asked. Like that was a proper answer at all.

Steve didn't seem deterred. "We got notice a little over a week ago that it might be going through. I--I went out to get the ring as soon as the store opened in the morning after they decided. Please, Tony."

Tony looked down at Steve's face, shining with hope and the smallest creep of anxiety, and, well, there wasn't really a question at all, was there? He passed the box back to Steve, not missing the quick look of panic in his eyes, before raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Aren't you supposed to put it on my finger?" he asked, waggling his hand invitingly.

Steve caught his hand and gave him a blinding smile before pulling him down into a kiss.

ficlet #2, part 1

[cookinguptales.livejournal.com]

And now, wedding fic because I FELT LIKE IT:


The problem with sending out save-the-dates was that people saved the date. Those people were not limited to the invitees.

The first time Steve and Tony had attempted to get married, Doombots invaded the church, laying waste to everything in their path. Thankfully, the audience was full of superheroes, and after being blasted a few times, that group had grown to be very angry superheroes. The Doombots had been defeated without much of a problem.

The second time Steve and Tony tried to get married, the Mandarin himself showed up in full regalia. He was defeated easily enough, but as he'd torn apart all of the church's newly-fixed antique pews, the Avengers were politely uninvited from the premises.

After the Mandarin, there was AIM. Shortly after AIM, an Ultron clone showed up, and then the space Nazis, and then a few rogue Skrulls...

~~~~


Tony's voice crackled over the communicator just as Steve dispatched two HYDRA agents with his shield. "Hey Steve, do you promise to have me and to hold me as long, in sickness and in health and all that?"

Steve frowned and kicked a plasma gun away from a winded agent. "Of course," he said, mildly offended.

"As long as we both shall live?"

"Yes, Tony, of course." Steve paused. "Which might not be very long, the way these weddings have been going."

On the other side of the line, Tony snorted a laugh. "Yeah, okay. Hang on," he said, and then Steve heard shuffling on the other side of the line.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Suspicion crept up over his spine, the product of long-honed reflexes to danger. That tone of voice coming from Tony definitely qualified.

Tony huffed. Steve could practically hear him rolling his eyes through the communicator. "I'm going to get the minister. Meet me over by the church in about five minutes," he ordered.

"But the Wrecking Crew threw a car into the doors," Steve protested weakly. Tony didn't dignify that with a response.

When Steve arrived at the church they'd just left, Tony was just setting down, a very bemused minister clutched in his arms. "I figure we've got about five minutes before the next wave of bad guys come to wreck this thing," Tony said, pulling off his helmet. "So let's make this quick."

No, Steve wanted to protest, This isn't the way this was supposed to go. They were supposed to get married with all of their friends in a church that would have made Steve's mother cry if she'd seen it. They'd both agreed on a relatively traditional wedding, especially after Jan had threatened to hurt them if they'd said otherwise. They weren't supposed to say their vows in a street full of wreckage set to catch fire at any moment.

But then Tony smiled at him, that devil-may-care grin that had turned Steve's knees to jelly more than once. It didn't matter, he realized. What mattered was that Tony was standing here in front of him, radiant and happy, and they were getting married. Sure, they were both covered in soot and possibly even more unsavory things, but you were supposed to start how you meant to go on, right? As completely obnoxious New York's villains were, and as nerve-wracing as it was to see his partner race into battle without knowing if he'd come out, this was their life. The cuts and bruises and sleepless nights were all worth it because this was their life, exciting and terrifying and important, and despite the fact that his wedding had been interrupted by poison, explosions, assassins, mad scientists, evil dictators, purple dinosaurs, and scads of other annoyances, this was exactly how he wanted to go on. He pushed back his cowl and smiled back.

Marvel Adventures, G.

[valtyr]

Okay just - quick nonsense, if anyone asks I didn't write this as I am very busy doing all the things I must do.


It passed.

Steve hugged his knees to his chest gleefully. Any minute now, he'd get up and tell someone, and they'd be excited together, but right now it was just him and the TV, and he could privately glory in what America was becoming.

He heard running footsteps in the hall; they stopped dead outside the door to the den, and Steve turned his head just to see Tony wander in, affecting casualness but unable to keep the grin from his face.

"Hey," Steve said, and he was smiling so wide his face was aching a little.

"Hey you," Tony leaned over the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around Steve, pressing a scratchy kiss to the back of his neck.

Can we get married, Steve managed to refrain from asking. If he was going to propose to Tony - and of course he was - he should do it properly, not just blurt it out the second the laws passed.

"Did I ever tell you," Tony murmured into the short ear behind his ear, "That when I was a kid, I was totally in love with Captain America?"

"You did say you'd had a bit of a crush," and Tony shook his head admonishingly.

"In love," he kissed Steve's ear. "Mr van Dyne once asked me if I was going to marry Jan when I grew up. While Jan was faking throwing up, I told him no, I was going to marry Captain America."

Steve gulped back laughter; he could easily picture tiny Jan's eurgh face, but childishly earnest Tony was an elusive but charming image.

"What did he say?"

"They laughed at me." Tony's voice took on a piteous quality. "It was hurtful. I swore then, when I grew up, I'd show them all."

"The fact I was dead didn't stop you?"

"Well, of course, when I was six I knew you weren't really dead. You couldn't be. I thought you were worshipped as a god by a lost tribe in the Arctic, though, not frozen in an ice cube, so it's just as well my father didn't give in and fund that search and rescue expedition."

"You were an interesting child." Logically, Tony had grown out of that phase, but it was all too sweet to think of himself as Tony's first love. Not that Steve was possessive or anything; it was just - nice.

"I was adorable. You would have loved me. Although not in the right way, so again, just as well we didn't find you until I was the mature specimen we see today."

Steve screwed his head right round for a kiss, and Tony sighed against his mouth, a low happy noise that made Steve feel all fond and squishy inside.

"Anyway. About my scarred psyche."

"Scarred?" Steve raised his eyebrows, and turned back to the TV. There seemed to be small parties breaking out. Maybe Tony would like to go down and join one, after they were done here.

"Scarred. They mocked my ambitions and crushed my young dreams underfoot, Steve. I definitely have trauma." Tony slid his palm down over the star on Steve's t-shirt. "And as a hero, you should help me out with that."

Steve took hold of Tony's wrist; then he reached over the back of the couch with his with his other hand and grabbed Tony's belt. A firm tug, and Tony obligingly went with it, letting himself be rolled over and down into Steve's arms.

"Hey," Steve said, and Tony grinned up at him. "So what exactly do you propose as a solution?"

"We should have an enormous wedding, so I can demonstrate to everyone the extreme practicality of my childhood plans."

Steve had thought he'd been prepared, but hearing Tony actually say it was still a thrill. All that stuff Steve had been thinking about rings and candlelight and music and moonlight had clearly been nonsense; this was the perfect proposal.

It was lucky for Steve he had Tony to help him figure these things out.

"You know, some people learn to cope with not achieving all their childhood dreams."

"And some become supervillains. Can you really risk it?"

"I don't think I can," Steve dipped his head in close, and when Tony closed his eyes, he whispered "Dibs on Thor as my best man," and Tony's eyes shot open.

"No fair - mmmph."

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[cookinguptales.livejournal.com]

I just went all squishy inside. :o

Ultimates, PG 1/2

[valtyr]

Apparently my sappiness levels are just out of control today.


"Blah blah civil rights liberty Nazis," Steve said, more or less, in a very serious voice. Tony yawned and pressed closer to his side. He'd had been taking call after call from various news organisations who were probably hoping for outraged comments about the sanctity of marriage and the general depravity of the modern age. Steve had the glitter in his eye that suggested he was enjoying disappointing scandal hunters, and Tony had tuned out the stream of platitudes an hour ago in favour of channel-surfing for reactions. Some sort of religious fundamentalist was predicting the downfall of society on Fox; Steve's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Blah blah justice for all God is love. Hitler." he said - or something like that - and slammed the phone shut. "Turn that off. Or over. Go back to the channel with all the dancing and cheering."

Tony had liked that channel too. Lots of attractive people kissing and hugging. He found it again, or one very like it, and they watched in silence for a minute or two. There was a very faint feeling of envy at all the couples celebrating so publicly, but none of those people had Steve, so Tony was still ahead. Perhaps now marriage was legal, he could start work on edging Steve towards public acknowledgment of their relationship; after all, Jan had been married, and he hadn't let that scandal stop him from doing exactly what he pleased. Sodomy was practically respectable compared to adultery.

Steve's phone chirped again, and Tony gave it an unfriendly look. He'd had quite enough of listening to Steve sing the praises of gay marriage for one evening. Steve read the screen, and gave a satisfied little smile.

"Three weeks on Saturday," he said, and Tony cocked an eyebrow. "You haven't got much on that day; nothing Pepper can't reschedule. She says she'll need a minimum of three weeks for the planning."

"What?" Tony peered at the phone; it just said 3 wks EARLIEST POSSIBLE do not cross me. He tried not to interfere with the Pepper-Steve dynamic. Too volatile even for his tastes.

"For the wedding. We won't be able to take a honeymoon until August at the earliest, but I'd rather get married as soon as possible."

"What in God's name," Tony's mouth said without input from his brain, and Steve gave him a reproving look.

"Did you have a particular date in mind? I'm not waiting til Spring, mind. Any time this year." His face took on a speculative expression. "I suppose a winter wedding would be nice."

"No, it's too cold, all the women cover up."

"And I like garden parties." Steve nodded, satisfied.

"We're not having a barbecue, Steve, that's not - " Tony stopped. "Haven't we forgotten something?"

"Considering we've only been planning the wedding for two minutes - "

"There's supposed to be asking. Proposing, I believe the customary term is."

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[valtyr]

"You're not a dame, Tony," and Steve returned to his phone, typing in 3 wks fine before Tony put a hand out to stop him.

"That doesn't mean - " he gathered in his surprising quantity of irritation. "You can't just assume - "

"Tony." Steve put the phone down. "My first girl married another man. My second was already married to another man. Then I couldn't marry you because while I'd moved on, New York was still stuck in the Forties. I have been waiting seventy years to get married, and so help me, if you cannot do this one little thing for me - "

You'll what Tony almost said, but Steve's scowl was shading away from annoyance and into unhappiness, and Tony was a pushover.

"Maybe I would like you to say something sweet and romantic to me," he said instead, and Steve's mouth twitched.

"I'm not very good at that," he admitted. "I do love you, though."

"And want to spend the rest of your life with me," Tony prompted, and he nodded.

"We were doing that anyway, though." Steve grabbed his hand, and squeezed it. "I'm very happy. You make me happy."

"Since you put it so nicely, yes, I will marry you," Tony said magnanimously. "Will it be a big wedding? I assume you've got it all planned out?"

"Huge," Steve returned to his phone. "Legendary. Twice the size of the one you almost had."

That was a big wedding. Tony was probably going to have to invent something new to pay for it, although at least Steve was unlikely to want a diamond and pearl tiara. Tony might buy him one anyway, just for laughs.

"I'm not wearing white."

"No, because I don't want people giggling behind their hands at our wedding. It is going to be a beautiful and moving event. People will cry. You are not writing the vows and you will be on your best behaviour throughout the ceremony. All you have to do is show up on time in a nice suit. You may have Thor as your best man, but if he says word one about the wedding-industrial establishment, he's uninvited, and I want to see a copy of his speech a week in advance."

Tony had a sudden vivid image of Steve, in his dress uniform, lobbing a tear gas canister into the congregation to ensure sufficient weeping. He blinked it away. And he'd thought Natasha treated it like a military operation.

"Can I plan the honeymoon then?"

"Sure," Steve's thumbs were still tapping out what looked to be an epic set of instructions. Tony snuggled up again, and Steve leaned sideways to kiss his cheek without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I'm going to tell everyone you got down on one knee and recited poetry," he murmured, and Steve grinned.

"Tell them I was romantic and eloquent." He turned his head for a proper kiss, although Tony could still hear the clicking of the keyboard. "And that you said yes right away, instead of quibbling."

"Don't worry. As far as everyone else is concerned, you swept me off my feet."

Fic - Something New

[tsukinofaerii.livejournal.com]

I have no idea where this monster came from last night, but it's too long to even try and battle comment limits. D: So here's a link!

G-rated, no warnings, movie verse, about 3k.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/218413

Beta request?

[grand-duc.livejournal.com]

I finished writing a fic and as my English sometime reflet my native language a little too closely I would prefer if someone took at least a little look at it before I posted.

It's about 1,800 words. A sequel/prequel of my last fic We Need to Talk with Trans!3490!Tony.

Anyone interested?

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[muccamukk]

I'll do it. Fire it off my way (hotmail address in profile). I'll get to it tonight, if that's okay.

[erinlouise08.livejournal.com]

This is really cute. Thank You for sharing it. :)

[dreamingmappist.livejournal.com]

Post-movie feels: Tony would totally get Bruce as his best man. Sweet!