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RBB: For I Am Crystal Chrome
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iamshadow.livejournal.comTitle: For I Am Crystal Chrome
Artist: kerosenesteve,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kath_ballantyne
Author:iamshadow
Rating (both art/fic): PG/Teen
Universe: MCU
Word Count: 8,116
Warnings:Short description of torture (canon), emotional and physical trauma, panic attacks, not Winter Soldier or Thor 2 compliant. For more detail about content, see the story notes.
Art by kerosenesteve
Fic Summary: “Don't touch that,” he forces out, his throat as rough as gravel. “Don't.”
“Okay,” the person says, and doesn't try to pull out of Tony's grasp. “Okay, I won't.”
Tony sucks in a sharp breath and opens his eyes. “You're American. The terrorists got you, too?”
The man he's holding on to is young, very young. He's slender and frail looking with a pale, wan face, and Tony would know him anywhere.
“Terrorists?” Steve Rogers asks, with confusion.
“Oh shit, I really am dead, and there's an afterlife, and it sucks,” Tony moans.
Direct link to art file, kerosenesteve
Link to Art Page, kath_ballantyne
Link to Fic Page
(Mods, I need a content-creator tag for kath_ballantyne. Thanks.)
Artist: kerosenesteve,
kath_ballantyneAuthor:
iamshadowRating (both art/fic): PG/Teen
Universe: MCU
Word Count: 8,116
Warnings:Short description of torture (canon), emotional and physical trauma, panic attacks, not Winter Soldier or Thor 2 compliant. For more detail about content, see the story notes.
Art by kerosenesteve
Fic Summary: “Don't touch that,” he forces out, his throat as rough as gravel. “Don't.”
“Okay,” the person says, and doesn't try to pull out of Tony's grasp. “Okay, I won't.”
Tony sucks in a sharp breath and opens his eyes. “You're American. The terrorists got you, too?”
The man he's holding on to is young, very young. He's slender and frail looking with a pale, wan face, and Tony would know him anywhere.
“Terrorists?” Steve Rogers asks, with confusion.
“Oh shit, I really am dead, and there's an afterlife, and it sucks,” Tony moans.
Direct link to art file, kerosenesteve
Link to Art Page, kath_ballantyne
Link to Fic Page
(Mods, I need a content-creator tag for kath_ballantyne. Thanks.)
