Irondad fic ideas #140
FRIDAY has news alerts set up for Spider-Man. This doesn't change during the blip, even though the kid is gone
One day, there's breaking news that Spider-Man is standing on the roof of some extremely tall building. This is during the blip, and no one has seen him in years.
No one has seen Iron Man either, which is why it's so crazy that he's suddenly shooting through the sky
When Tony arrives, he discovers that in fact his kid has NOT spontaneously un-dusted. It's actually just a civilian dressed as Spider-Man. It becomes clear the person was planning to commit suicide. The costume was for courage.
Even with his heart breaking from the false alarm, Tony talks the person down. He says that Spider-Man, too, lost almost his entire family. That he was still the best person Tony knew. At some point, when the person mentions losing a child in the blip, Tony says he understands how they feel.
Once the person has agreed not to jump and calmed down, they realize how unusual the situation is, remembering suddenly that Tony Stark hasn't been seen in public since the snap. They ask Tony, mostly just wondering out loud: why now?
Tony's eyes go to the suit for just long enough for the person to realize. They recall what he'd said about losing a child, and they realize with horror the emotional hell they just unleashed on Iron Man
When they start to stumble out an apology, though, Tony waves them off. He says that Spider-Man would love the idea that he was still helping people, even without being there. And he would love that in some way he'd gotten Tony back out there and helping people too.
Before they part ways, Tony asks the person to consider the suit a symbol of the courage to keep going, not to give up
The person responds, "you too."
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DownDectector x AO3
To celebrate AO3 coming back online, here is the fic I wrote to cope with the Great AO3 Shutdown.
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“DownDetector, what is your emergency?”
Sharp, shallow breaths come through their headset. A panic attack, unfortunately not that uncommon in Emergency Website Shutdown Reporting.
“Hi, can you hear me? Take deep breaths, slowly,” Dow continues, their training kicking in immediately. When the caller sounds a little deeper, longer. “How can I help you?”
A small frantic voice rushes out, “I was on Ao3 reading a 400k hurt/comfort fic, and then, they were finally going to make up after all the angst, and now”. A sob wreaks through the other end of the line. “It's gone, it's all gone. Ao3 is down.”
A shudder pierces through their heart. No, wait, focus on the call - you’re on the job damn it.
Automatically DownDetector replies, “Thank you for your report. Not to worry, sometimes servers go down but Ao3 usually bounces back in at most, a few hours.” Down glances at the screen. Usually Arch messages Dow quickly with an update, they know how much Dow worries.
“I just feel like something is different this time. It feels wrong.”
Oh right, the call. Dow quickly types through the report in front of them. “I understand how alarming this may be. Please check Ao3’s official Twitter account for any updates. Can I have your location to complete this report?”
Dow goes through the motions but there is a blaring alarm going off in their mind.
Ao3 is down.
Ao3 is down.
Ao3 is down.
Ao3 is down.
Ao3
is
down.
A glance at the screen shows no messages from Arch but the usual flood of reports that follow any of Ao3’s technical issues.
The caller was right. This feels wrong. The notification sounds are the only thing that graces the dreaded silence hanging in the air.
Dow’s finger hovers over the call button. It would be so easy to call Arch right now and find out if they’re okay. Dow doesn’t talk with Arch often, just a few pictures of the bumps and scrapes Arch sends after each tussle with technical issues (often accompanied by a selfie with a thumbs up and a goofy smile).
It's not professional to directly message websites that get reported here, but Ao3 is different.
Whenever a website goes down, so many people barge into DownDetector with complaints and anger, but with Archive of Our Own, it's only love and worry. Looking at their previous messages which consist of mostly Arch sending memes and fluff fic recs, Dow smiles at the screen. When Ao3 goes down, so many people come in with care and understanding, and it's easy to understand why. What’s not to love about Ao3?
The contact image of Arch putting French fries up their nose comes with a call. Dow would lie to you if you asked them how fast their picked up Arch’s calls every time. It's always borderline impossibly fast.
Dow is greeted by a flurry of wet coughs. Okay, shit shit shit this does not look good.
“Arch? Arch? Are you okay?”
The coughs die down.
Arch’s voice sounds so small, smaller than it has ever been. It's unnerving. Archive of Our Own is a titan - more than 11 million fics, over 57 thousand fandoms. Time, love, and care has put been fed into the website, making it the envy of most. Dow doesn’t think Wikipedia’s rants about donations can get worse but it takes a step higher every time Ao3 has a donation drive. Arch was never meant to sound so small.
“I don’t have a lot of time, but I wanted to call you first”, Arch’s voice is raspy like they’ve been screaming while eating glass. “I’m going to be gone for a while.”
“What’s going on? Everyone says something is wrong.”
Dow hears a deep tired exhale down the line like Arch is thinking about the words to say. Just like their users, sometimes words don’t come easy to Arch. “It was an attack, they came out of nowhere. A DDOS.”
DDOS – the weapon of cowards trying to take down a titan, a deity, worshipped by so so many.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about everyone else.” Even at the brink of a meltdown, Ao3 always put everyone else before themselves. “Maybe Fanfiction.net or Wattpad can take them back, huh?”
Oh, this isn’t a warning, it's a goodbye.
Dow takes a deep breath. It's all in the handbook, you cannot panic in a time of crisis. Breathe, breathe deeply. “Archive, what’s going on? Something’s wrong.”
“Hey hey don’t worry, alright? The volunteers are coming, you know how well they take care of me.”
“Down, they’re going to take me offline for a while.
“Take you offline?” Dow exclaims. “For how long? You can’t go! It's not even been 5 minutes and everyone already misses you.”
I will miss you goes unsaid.
A pregnant pause fills the room. Dow can hear the rush of blood behind their ears.
“I don’t know.”
“Arch please –”
Dow is cut off by shouts that come down from the other end of the call. Before they can say anything, Arch rushes out, “I have to go, the volunteers are here.” Tears can’t stop rolling down Dow’s face. “Take care of them for me, will you?”
Dow looks back to the screens on their desk. The overwhelming cries of terror, care, and worry fill the comments section.
“I will,” spills off their tongue without hesitation.
“Thank you,” whispers Arch, their voice clear as day amidst all the commotion. “Goodbye, DownDetector.”
The disconnect tone plays.
“I’ll see you soon, Archive of Our Own.”
Silence fills the room again.
For the first time in their lives, Dow gets down to their knees and prays.
Please, whatever entities are out there, please.
Bring them back.
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