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Both are Steve/Tony (Avengers 2012 movieverse) and both are rated PG for language/suggestiveness.
Title: In the Attic
Genre: Fluffy angst
Word Count: ~950
Summary: Based on this prompt. Steve finds an old Captain America doll that used to belong to Tony; old memories are dredged up.
Steve Rogers knew that fellow Avenger Tony Stark had a troubling childhood; sure, he was a genius, building things like circuit boards and engines all before the age of 10, but it didn’t leave him with a lot of time to do “kid stuff.” Even Steve had played baseball in the streets with his friends, before they all grew up to be “real men” while he had stayed scrawny.
He was determined to find something that proved that Tony at least had some semblance of a normal childhood, though, whether it was a treasured stuffed animal or small rock that he picked up off the sidewalk one day. Whatever it was, Steve decided that he’d make it his life’s mission to find it.
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Waking up to sunlight filtering through the window, Steve yawned as he sat up in bed. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and gazed around his room; something didn’t feel right. Climbing out of bed, he searched around until he finally found a yellow Post-It note stuck to the mirror in his bathroom. Go into the hallway, it said. Taped to it were various pictures of a little boy with a Captain America plushie doll, all displaying different scenes.
Confused, but intrigued, he pulled on a pair of pants and walked out into the hallway. He saw an arrow on the wall directly in front of his door pointing to the left. The hallway that led downstairs was to the right and he’d never actually explored the rest of the mansion before... What if someone was trying to lock him in somewhere?
Shaking his head, he started walking. This was the Avengers headquarters; nobody but the team and SHIELD members were allowed in and out, and the security systems made sure of that. And he was doubtful that any of his friends and colleagues wanted to lock him away somewhere.
When he hit the end of the hall, there was an arrow pointing up to the ceiling; glancing up, he noticed a rope attached to a small door. The mansion had an attic? He shrugged mentally and pulled the rope, watching as a small ladder unfolded from the hole in the ceiling. He ascended it, having to squeeze his torso through the entrance.
His immediate reaction when he was fully inside the cramped space was to sneeze, the dust on a nearby book exploding and making him sneeze an extra three times in rapid succession. He calmed down after a bit, then started moving, careful not to jostle anything around that might make him sneeze again.
Finally after a few minutes of wandering around, he came upon a small window with a pedestal underneath it, the sun filtering through and shining off of a glass case on top of it. Curious, he walked over and swept his hand over it, removing most of the dust. He looked inside and caught flashes of red, white, and blue, and was about to open it when a throat was cleared behind him. He jumped, startled, and hit his head on one of the rafters.
“Well, when JARVIS said someone was snooping around in the attic, you were the last person I would have pictured.” Tony stood there in a pair of black boxers with a cup of coffee in his hand; he took a sip, lowering it to smirk at Steve. “What are you doing up here, anyway?”
“Uh, arrows.” Smooth, Steven, real smooth.
“Arrows? What arrows? I didn’t authorize arrows.” Tony looked as confused as Steve felt, but his face fell when his eyes landed on the glass case Steve had just been dusting off. “What are you doing with that?”
Curiosity piquing even more, Steve glanced back and finally saw what was inside: a small Captain America plushie doll, complete with plastic shield and helmet. It was slightly dirty, definitely from having been dragged through mud one too many times, but other than that, it was in perfect condition. “W-What is that?”
Tony ignored him in favor of walked over and lifting the glass, pulling the doll out and holding it up to the sun. “This little guy was my only friend when I was a kid.” And that definitely did not sound like the Tony Stark that Steve had come to know and admire. “My dad used to yell at me when I tried to bring him to expos and conventions, but I just needed someone there that I could talk to. Nobody else understood me.”
Steve had a flashback of Howard, then, hardly believing that his old friend could possibly yell at his son for needing a friend during his tough childhood. He realized that the pictures he found were of Tony and everything clicked for him. Quelling his previous mortification, his face softened as he gently took the doll out of Tony’s hands. “Tony,” he began, but stopped, because what was he going to say?
It turned out that he didn’t have to say anything; Tony had wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, drawing him in for the biggest hug Steve had ever received. Surprised, but not one to be deterred, he brought his arms around Tony’s shoulders and held him close.
“Thank you,” Tony muttered, breath hot on the skin of Steve’s neck.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to the fluffy hair of his companion. He looked at the doll he was still holding, running his thumb reverently down the arm and over the shield, the plastic cold beneath his touch. And even though he wasn’t directly responsible for being the one thing Tony had latched onto to love in the past, he was glad he could be now.
“You’re welcome.”
Title: Facebook Official
Genre: Humor/romance
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Based on this prompt. If Steve had a Facebook, who's on it, who's friends with him and what's his relationship status?
Steve had come a long way from 1942 and he’d missed so much in the way of technological advances. He was frozen in time when they invented the compact disc, then the video cassette, and - later - the DVD; then computers and the Internet and laptops and mp3 players and cell phones... Tony had been helping him adjust, already having introduced him to cell phones and DVDs, but the Internet was proving to be a bigger headache than it should have been.
“I don’t understand. What does e-mail mean?”
“It’s electronic mail, meaning you can send, like, letters and stuff over the Internet instead of through the postal service. It’s quite literally instantaneous.” He watched as Steve entered information and created his very first e-mail address. “Good, that’s great! I’ll send you something later so you can see how to reply to messages, too.” He cracked his knuckles - something that Steve always grimaced at - and pulled up a chair next to him. “Now we’re gonna make you a Facebook page.”
“Face... book?”
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“Tony?” Steve was standing in the door to the workshop, holding his Macbook. He walked over when Tony gestured for him to come in and squatted down next to him. “What do these mean?” He pointed at the top left of the screen where the Facebook logo was; there was a small red box above the icon that looked like the silhouette of two people with the number 23 inside.
“Those are your friend requests,” Tony explained, showing him that he had to click on the icon. A dropbox fell down and revealed pictures of all the people who wanted to be friends with Steve. “See? This is Natasha, there’s Clint, me...” He scrolled down farther, laughing when he saw Thor’s name and picture. “Wait, what?” He clicked on one name, furrowing his brow when he saw who it was. “Why would Loki want to add you?” Hitting Ignore, he instructed Steve to then confirm all the others.
Steve walked away with a sigh, muttering under his breath, “This is so complicated.”
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A few days later, Steve brought his laptop into the living room and sat on the couch next to Tony, who was watching some random movie that was on TV. “Tony, what does this mean? Natasha Romanova sent you a request in The Sims Social.”
“Those are the dreaded Facebook games. Do yourself - and everyone else - a favor. Do not play them. They get slightly... addicting.” He reached over and clicked Ignore, and the notification disappeared.
Steve nodded and continued browsing the social networking site, occasionally clicking “Add Friend” on a person’s page.
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“Steve.” No answer. “Steve, you really need to listen to me.” Still no answer. “Steve, I am completely and irrevocably in love with you.” Nothing. Damn it. Tony turned to Natasha, the two of them standing in front of the super soldier sitting on the couch. “I told you to stop sending him requests. He gets curious and then he can’t help himself. Now look what you’ve done.”
“I fail to see how any of this is my fault. You’re the one who introduced him to the Internet and Facebook.”
“Yes, because Fury wouldn’t get off of my ass about teaching him about 21st century technology and culture.” He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should have just showed him how to look up porn; at least then he’d be less tense all the time.”
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Tony had finally managed to pull Steve away from his computer for a night, declaring that they were going on a date and that was that. Steve didn’t - couldn’t - argue against it, and was therefore dragged out for dinner and a movie with Tony. Listening to Steve babbling through dinner about his peach trees in Farmville made Tony very happy he hadn’t shown him how to use the Facebook app on his iPhone.
“Could you just relax and stop worrying about Facebook and your damn peach trees? Just... enjoy yourself.” Tony took a sip of his wine and locked eyes with Steve over the rim of his glass.
“Why are we here?” Steve asked then, glancing down at his suit and then around at the fancy restaurant.
“Because I like you and I wanted to take you out on a date. I was going to ask you before I introduced you to the joys of the Internet, but I decided to take it one step at a time. Teaching you how to surf the web seemed less complicated than this at the time. I see now that’s totally not the case.”
“You... like me?”
Right. Steve had grown up in the 30s and 40s; homosexuality - even bisexuality - wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms back then. “Yes, I do. And I’d love this date to consist of us talking about you and about me and about us and not about peach trees and fake livestock.”
Steve visibly relaxed, taking a small swig from his glass of water. “Okay.”
Tony smiled, and they enjoyed the rest of their evening, peach tree-free.
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“Brother Steve!” Thor’s loud voice boomed throughout the room, startling Steve. “I congratulate you and brother Tony and your new-found relationship!”
“Um, thanks,” Steve said, blushing. How did Thor know?
“But I must request that the next time you two copulate you keep the noise level down.”
Steve choked on his own spit, blushing a bright red. “W-what?!”
Ignoring Steve’s panic attack, Thor kept speaking. “However, I fear I have noticed your Faceboob relationship status remains ‘single’. Is there a reason you and brother Tony have not made your coupling official?”
“O-official?” He watched as Thor left the room, and as soon as he was gone, he pulled up Google and typed it in the search bar.
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Laying in bed with Tony after a particularly satisfying “coupling,” Steve turned to Tony. “Thor asked me why we haven’t made our relationship Facebook official yet,” he said.
Tony wanted to laugh, both at Thor’s thickheadedness and at Steve’s cuteness. “That just means that you change your relationship status on Facebook from ‘Single’ to ‘In a Relationship With’. It doesn’t really mean anything, but all your friends can see it.” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Steve’s nose, who blushed. “But nobody else knows about us, so I wouldn’t worry about it for now.”
Steve laced his fingers in Tony’s, lifting their joined hands and just staring at them. “I’d like it if they did know,” he whispered.
“Really?” Steve nodded. “Okay, then!” He let go of Steve’s hand and jumped from the bed, grabbing both of their laptops and returning. “Time to make this Facebook official, then!”
capkink meme.Both are Steve/Tony (Avengers 2012 movieverse) and both are rated PG for language/suggestiveness.
Title: In the Attic
Genre: Fluffy angst
Word Count: ~950
Summary: Based on this prompt. Steve finds an old Captain America doll that used to belong to Tony; old memories are dredged up.
Steve Rogers knew that fellow Avenger Tony Stark had a troubling childhood; sure, he was a genius, building things like circuit boards and engines all before the age of 10, but it didn’t leave him with a lot of time to do “kid stuff.” Even Steve had played baseball in the streets with his friends, before they all grew up to be “real men” while he had stayed scrawny.
He was determined to find something that proved that Tony at least had some semblance of a normal childhood, though, whether it was a treasured stuffed animal or small rock that he picked up off the sidewalk one day. Whatever it was, Steve decided that he’d make it his life’s mission to find it.
----------
Waking up to sunlight filtering through the window, Steve yawned as he sat up in bed. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and gazed around his room; something didn’t feel right. Climbing out of bed, he searched around until he finally found a yellow Post-It note stuck to the mirror in his bathroom. Go into the hallway, it said. Taped to it were various pictures of a little boy with a Captain America plushie doll, all displaying different scenes.
Confused, but intrigued, he pulled on a pair of pants and walked out into the hallway. He saw an arrow on the wall directly in front of his door pointing to the left. The hallway that led downstairs was to the right and he’d never actually explored the rest of the mansion before... What if someone was trying to lock him in somewhere?
Shaking his head, he started walking. This was the Avengers headquarters; nobody but the team and SHIELD members were allowed in and out, and the security systems made sure of that. And he was doubtful that any of his friends and colleagues wanted to lock him away somewhere.
When he hit the end of the hall, there was an arrow pointing up to the ceiling; glancing up, he noticed a rope attached to a small door. The mansion had an attic? He shrugged mentally and pulled the rope, watching as a small ladder unfolded from the hole in the ceiling. He ascended it, having to squeeze his torso through the entrance.
His immediate reaction when he was fully inside the cramped space was to sneeze, the dust on a nearby book exploding and making him sneeze an extra three times in rapid succession. He calmed down after a bit, then started moving, careful not to jostle anything around that might make him sneeze again.
Finally after a few minutes of wandering around, he came upon a small window with a pedestal underneath it, the sun filtering through and shining off of a glass case on top of it. Curious, he walked over and swept his hand over it, removing most of the dust. He looked inside and caught flashes of red, white, and blue, and was about to open it when a throat was cleared behind him. He jumped, startled, and hit his head on one of the rafters.
“Well, when JARVIS said someone was snooping around in the attic, you were the last person I would have pictured.” Tony stood there in a pair of black boxers with a cup of coffee in his hand; he took a sip, lowering it to smirk at Steve. “What are you doing up here, anyway?”
“Uh, arrows.” Smooth, Steven, real smooth.
“Arrows? What arrows? I didn’t authorize arrows.” Tony looked as confused as Steve felt, but his face fell when his eyes landed on the glass case Steve had just been dusting off. “What are you doing with that?”
Curiosity piquing even more, Steve glanced back and finally saw what was inside: a small Captain America plushie doll, complete with plastic shield and helmet. It was slightly dirty, definitely from having been dragged through mud one too many times, but other than that, it was in perfect condition. “W-What is that?”
Tony ignored him in favor of walked over and lifting the glass, pulling the doll out and holding it up to the sun. “This little guy was my only friend when I was a kid.” And that definitely did not sound like the Tony Stark that Steve had come to know and admire. “My dad used to yell at me when I tried to bring him to expos and conventions, but I just needed someone there that I could talk to. Nobody else understood me.”
Steve had a flashback of Howard, then, hardly believing that his old friend could possibly yell at his son for needing a friend during his tough childhood. He realized that the pictures he found were of Tony and everything clicked for him. Quelling his previous mortification, his face softened as he gently took the doll out of Tony’s hands. “Tony,” he began, but stopped, because what was he going to say?
It turned out that he didn’t have to say anything; Tony had wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, drawing him in for the biggest hug Steve had ever received. Surprised, but not one to be deterred, he brought his arms around Tony’s shoulders and held him close.
“Thank you,” Tony muttered, breath hot on the skin of Steve’s neck.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to the fluffy hair of his companion. He looked at the doll he was still holding, running his thumb reverently down the arm and over the shield, the plastic cold beneath his touch. And even though he wasn’t directly responsible for being the one thing Tony had latched onto to love in the past, he was glad he could be now.
“You’re welcome.”
Title: Facebook Official
Genre: Humor/romance
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Based on this prompt. If Steve had a Facebook, who's on it, who's friends with him and what's his relationship status?
Steve had come a long way from 1942 and he’d missed so much in the way of technological advances. He was frozen in time when they invented the compact disc, then the video cassette, and - later - the DVD; then computers and the Internet and laptops and mp3 players and cell phones... Tony had been helping him adjust, already having introduced him to cell phones and DVDs, but the Internet was proving to be a bigger headache than it should have been.
“I don’t understand. What does e-mail mean?”
“It’s electronic mail, meaning you can send, like, letters and stuff over the Internet instead of through the postal service. It’s quite literally instantaneous.” He watched as Steve entered information and created his very first e-mail address. “Good, that’s great! I’ll send you something later so you can see how to reply to messages, too.” He cracked his knuckles - something that Steve always grimaced at - and pulled up a chair next to him. “Now we’re gonna make you a Facebook page.”
“Face... book?”
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“Tony?” Steve was standing in the door to the workshop, holding his Macbook. He walked over when Tony gestured for him to come in and squatted down next to him. “What do these mean?” He pointed at the top left of the screen where the Facebook logo was; there was a small red box above the icon that looked like the silhouette of two people with the number 23 inside.
“Those are your friend requests,” Tony explained, showing him that he had to click on the icon. A dropbox fell down and revealed pictures of all the people who wanted to be friends with Steve. “See? This is Natasha, there’s Clint, me...” He scrolled down farther, laughing when he saw Thor’s name and picture. “Wait, what?” He clicked on one name, furrowing his brow when he saw who it was. “Why would Loki want to add you?” Hitting Ignore, he instructed Steve to then confirm all the others.
Steve walked away with a sigh, muttering under his breath, “This is so complicated.”
----------
A few days later, Steve brought his laptop into the living room and sat on the couch next to Tony, who was watching some random movie that was on TV. “Tony, what does this mean? Natasha Romanova sent you a request in The Sims Social.”
“Those are the dreaded Facebook games. Do yourself - and everyone else - a favor. Do not play them. They get slightly... addicting.” He reached over and clicked Ignore, and the notification disappeared.
Steve nodded and continued browsing the social networking site, occasionally clicking “Add Friend” on a person’s page.
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“Steve.” No answer. “Steve, you really need to listen to me.” Still no answer. “Steve, I am completely and irrevocably in love with you.” Nothing. Damn it. Tony turned to Natasha, the two of them standing in front of the super soldier sitting on the couch. “I told you to stop sending him requests. He gets curious and then he can’t help himself. Now look what you’ve done.”
“I fail to see how any of this is my fault. You’re the one who introduced him to the Internet and Facebook.”
“Yes, because Fury wouldn’t get off of my ass about teaching him about 21st century technology and culture.” He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should have just showed him how to look up porn; at least then he’d be less tense all the time.”
----------
Tony had finally managed to pull Steve away from his computer for a night, declaring that they were going on a date and that was that. Steve didn’t - couldn’t - argue against it, and was therefore dragged out for dinner and a movie with Tony. Listening to Steve babbling through dinner about his peach trees in Farmville made Tony very happy he hadn’t shown him how to use the Facebook app on his iPhone.
“Could you just relax and stop worrying about Facebook and your damn peach trees? Just... enjoy yourself.” Tony took a sip of his wine and locked eyes with Steve over the rim of his glass.
“Why are we here?” Steve asked then, glancing down at his suit and then around at the fancy restaurant.
“Because I like you and I wanted to take you out on a date. I was going to ask you before I introduced you to the joys of the Internet, but I decided to take it one step at a time. Teaching you how to surf the web seemed less complicated than this at the time. I see now that’s totally not the case.”
“You... like me?”
Right. Steve had grown up in the 30s and 40s; homosexuality - even bisexuality - wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms back then. “Yes, I do. And I’d love this date to consist of us talking about you and about me and about us and not about peach trees and fake livestock.”
Steve visibly relaxed, taking a small swig from his glass of water. “Okay.”
Tony smiled, and they enjoyed the rest of their evening, peach tree-free.
----------
“Brother Steve!” Thor’s loud voice boomed throughout the room, startling Steve. “I congratulate you and brother Tony and your new-found relationship!”
“Um, thanks,” Steve said, blushing. How did Thor know?
“But I must request that the next time you two copulate you keep the noise level down.”
Steve choked on his own spit, blushing a bright red. “W-what?!”
Ignoring Steve’s panic attack, Thor kept speaking. “However, I fear I have noticed your Faceboob relationship status remains ‘single’. Is there a reason you and brother Tony have not made your coupling official?”
“O-official?” He watched as Thor left the room, and as soon as he was gone, he pulled up Google and typed it in the search bar.
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Laying in bed with Tony after a particularly satisfying “coupling,” Steve turned to Tony. “Thor asked me why we haven’t made our relationship Facebook official yet,” he said.
Tony wanted to laugh, both at Thor’s thickheadedness and at Steve’s cuteness. “That just means that you change your relationship status on Facebook from ‘Single’ to ‘In a Relationship With’. It doesn’t really mean anything, but all your friends can see it.” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Steve’s nose, who blushed. “But nobody else knows about us, so I wouldn’t worry about it for now.”
Steve laced his fingers in Tony’s, lifting their joined hands and just staring at them. “I’d like it if they did know,” he whispered.
“Really?” Steve nodded. “Okay, then!” He let go of Steve’s hand and jumped from the bed, grabbing both of their laptops and returning. “Time to make this Facebook official, then!”
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and then hacked into Steve's account to confirm it). XDThanks! :D
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I especially love the second one, and Steve wanting people to know about their relationship...<3
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I think after he got used to the idea he'd want people to know...
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I used to be addicted to Farmville... I'm so thankful I got away from it when I did. lol
Thanks for commenting!
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And wonderful fics, by they way. I read these a few weeks ago, but I was on my phone, so didn't comment. Thank you for your awesome writing.