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TEAM CONFESSION: STRING OF FATE
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sadisticsparkleTitle: String of Fate
Artist: Cathalinaheart
Art rating: General audiences
Link to art page on AO3
Writer: clumsykitty
Title: Tie a Red Threat Around My Heart
Rating: Teen
Universe: Marvel 616
Word Count: 6637
Warnings: None
Fic Summary:
Steve resigned as Captain America. Tony dropped his armor from the alcohol. They both made that decision looking for their soul mate.
People say that we always seek what is in front of us all the time.
Link to fic page on AO3
Writer: Sadisticsparkle
Title: Any Kiss Worth a Damn
Rating: Mature
Universe: Marvel 616
Word Count: 15415
Warnings: None
Fic Summary:
That’s when Tony saw it, dripping out of his hand, red, bright red.
Blood? That… No. It wasn’t blood and those were the good news. The bad news was that he didn’t know what the hell was going on.
He brought his hand closer to his face. A sliver of red light went out of his pinkie finger, out of his balcony and into the night.
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Across the city, the Nomad looked at his hand and saw a shiny and incorporeal string that led him to... something. Without a doubt, he jumped to the roof and followed it.
Link to fic page on AO3
Artist: Cathalinaheart
Art rating: General audiences
Link to art page on AO3
First fic
Writer: clumsykitty
Title: Tie a Red Threat Around My Heart
Rating: Teen
Universe: Marvel 616
Word Count: 6637
Warnings: None
Fic Summary:
Steve resigned as Captain America. Tony dropped his armor from the alcohol. They both made that decision looking for their soul mate.
People say that we always seek what is in front of us all the time.
Link to fic page on AO3
Second fic
Writer: Sadisticsparkle
Title: Any Kiss Worth a Damn
Rating: Mature
Universe: Marvel 616
Word Count: 15415
Warnings: None
Fic Summary:
That’s when Tony saw it, dripping out of his hand, red, bright red.
Blood? That… No. It wasn’t blood and those were the good news. The bad news was that he didn’t know what the hell was going on.
He brought his hand closer to his face. A sliver of red light went out of his pinkie finger, out of his balcony and into the night.
---
Across the city, the Nomad looked at his hand and saw a shiny and incorporeal string that led him to... something. Without a doubt, he jumped to the roof and followed it.
Link to fic page on AO3
