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tonystarktogo · 3 years

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Could I pretty pretty please get some more on the time travel crack au? Maybe when it gets out that Steve, Bruce, andThor are technically from the future?

As much as I’d love to jump to that part, I think it’s funnier necessary to cover a few other tidbits first. For example:

Tony misses whatever discussion follows Thor’s -- hah, got it right in one, he hasn’t lost his touch completely yet -- arrival before the god carries his brother off towards a containment cell with the sort of cheer that causes Tony to carefully keep at least two people between himself and Thor, lest the asshole tries to hug him again.

Not that it can be that big a loss considering they all -- sans Loki -- end up back in the command center of the helicarrier, where Fury glares balefully at the most recent invader of his precious aircraft that clearly isn’t meant to stand in the way of gods.

A glare Thor aggressively doesn’t notice. Likely because he’s too busy partaking in the on-going discussion on what to do next.

And by ‘what to do next’ Tony doesn’t mean the expected we-were-invaded-by-a-mindcontrolled-alien-nutbag-and-there’s-probably-more-out-there-seems-like-the-kind-of-oh-shit-situation-we-should-plan-for. No. That would be reasonable and expected and Tony’s spent all of three hours in the company of the esteemed Captain America and already he can tell you that Rogers is none of that.

[Which, not cool, Capsicle. Dazzling and befuddling people with crazily brilliant ideas is his job.]

[continues under the cut]

So far, Tony’s been paying attention for ten minutes. In that time, Rogers and Thor have gotten into an argument over how to handle Loki -- which holy shit, that went from a calm, rational discussion to a battle to the death between two superhumans on a sugar high in zero point four seconds -- that Tony is so not gonna touch. [Nope. Let some other fool [i.e. Rogers] throw himself head-first into norse god family drama, Tony’s own feelings concerning his family are complicated enough.] That conversation devolved into a not-openly-fighting-while-totally-fighting stand-off between Rogers and Banner over a way too bitter comment from the latter [something about ‘you’d know all about choosing one brother over the other, wouldn’t you’ which what?], which in turn gets derailed by Banner needling Thor about the merits of beheading over stabbing.

Romanoff had the good sense to disappear -- probably to interrogate Loki while his apparently protective big brother is distracted, now that Tony thinks about it.

Unfortunately that still leaves Tony stuck here, having to play the role of the mature adult because no one else fucking will. Tony hates being responsible. It’s like being back in high school and being left to do all the work on your own in group project.

[Tony failed that project. Got a straight up zero on purpose because spite is a wonderful motivator. Which, now that Tony thinks about it, doesn’t say anything promising about the current situation.]

Tony leans even further back in his seat, only balancing on the backlegs of the chair, to give Fury a very sharp, very judgemental look.

These are the people you’re betting Earth’s survival on, that look says.

Fury’s already pissed off expression darkens further, which brightens Tony mood substantially. That one of the suit’s sensors flashes green twice in quick succession less than a minute later really just makes for a delicious cherry on the top. Or more precisely a good excuse to ditch this trainwreck of a match-making attempt.

“Whoops,” Tony says, clearly audible but not too loud to draw real attention from the three [still arguing-while-pretending-not-to] stooges on the other end of the room. “Looks like I gotta take this call.”

He jiggles his fingers at Fury. The guy rolls his eyes -- probably jealous that he doesn’t have an excuse himself, that bitch face doesn’t fool Tony -- but no one tries to stop him.

“Alright, J, what do you have for me?”

Tony pretends not to notice the shuffling footsteps. Glances at the disturbingly normal clock on the wall that is so not up-to-date with the rest of the technology in the room, it must be an inside joke. Tony would love to meet the SHIELD agent behind it -- it can’t be easy, being the only person with a sense of humor in an entire agency.

30 minutes.

Well. That’s longer than Tony thought he’d get. JARVIS still hasn’t cracked the last layer on SHIELD’s really fucked up dirt -- and given what he’s already found, that says a lot -- but it’s only a matter of time now. Besides, Tony’s got a job to do.

“To- Stark.”

“Rogers.”

Tony doesn’t turn. Neither does he stop typing.

“What are you doing?”

Tony scoffs. He’s not in the mood to pander to inferior minds -- not when they’re so fucking frustrating, don’t make any sense and worst of all make him do all the work.

“He’s tracking the Tesseract, using the scepter as a point of reference,” Banner says after taking one look at the screen over Tony’s shoulder.

Tony raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. Banner’s credentials clearly don’t do him justice -- and they were pretty damn good to begin with.

“Huh,” says Rogers.

Thanks for playing. Now buckle down and make yourself useful or fuck off, Tony wants to snipe but doesn’t get the chance to because the gods -- this god at least -- just aren’t on his side.

“Even without my brother’s help, a weapon of the tesseract’s might should not be underestimated,” Thor speaks up. “Should we not make haste and collect it?”

"Great idea.” Tony’s voice is dryer than the sand dune he crash-landed in back during his fun little trip to Afghanistan. “If only I’d thought of that instead of inventing fifteen new algorithms to try and get a read on SHIELD’s precious magic eight ball while you were busy defending your brother’s honor. Speaking of, I’m pretty sure Romanoff is a greater danger to his virtue than Captain Shockfreeze over there, so why are you still here?”

Okay, maybe poking the hornet nest that is godly family isn’t his smartest move [didn’t he just say he wasn’t gonna touch that?!] but damn if Tony isn’t curious. And also too annoyed to care about unimportant, subjective things like good manners and tact.

He sort of regrets his cavalier attitute a little when Thor sobers. At least there are no tears in sight. Tony is the last person on Earth who should be left unsupervised around crying people. It just never ends well.

“Ah.” Thor sighs heavily, stems his body against an unfortunate table that creaks dangerously. "I’m afraid I can’t afford to see my brother right now.”

It’s the way he says those words, the weight they carry more than anything that tells Tony he needs to drop this issue right now. Talk about one huge trigger button.

Must be inconvenient to have siblings. Tony totally can’t relate.

“Well, in that case, unless you have a magic trick with which you can pull the Tesseract’s position out of your sleeve, how about you sit as far away from these delicate instruments as possible and don’t touch anything while I work my magic, hm?”

Tony doesn’t let his gaze linger on the crushed edge of the table. Thor hasn’t even seemed to notice. He’s too busy lighting up at Tony’s snappish response. Which is surprising. Tony’s aware he’s a bit of an asshole right now. In his defence, he’s an asshole most of the time.

Rogers leaps across the room -- almost crashing into the previously mentioned delicate sensors as he does so -- to slap his palm over Thor’s mouth.

Tony stares. [How quickly can you develop a new habit again? Because this starts to feel like a new habit.]

“That sounds like a great plan!” Rogers beams at him, so wide and fake it must be physically painful for the epitome of all that is good and holy. At least Tony hopes it is. The supersoldier his father worshipped is still clinging to their resident god of thunder’s face.

It’s.

Tony resolutely turns his back on both of them because their madness doesn’t seem to come with a refund-ticket and if Tony doesn’t finish this program, no one will.

Not even Banner -- whom Tony had been kind of hoping for. Speaking of, the man’s been awfully quiet for a while now.

“You alright there, Brucie-Bear?” Tony turns around -- a little because it’s polite to face people when you talk with them and mostly to have an excuse not to watch the ongoing doomed wrestle-match between Blonde 1 and Blonde 2. His awesome nicknaming skill doesn’t get so much as a twitch.

To be fair, Banner is so busy staring straight ahead with the most epic rendition of the World’s Most Thoughtful Expression™ Tony has seen in a while that it doesn’t seem like the man heard him. At all.

Until he suddenly speaks up.

“I think we’ve forgotten something.” Behind Tony the impromptu wrestling comes to a sudden halt.

Probably something negligible like how to focus on a mission, the sarcastic voice in the back of Tony’s mind drawls. Though it should be noted that Tony’s consciousness only comes in sarcastic or not at all. Sorry, everyone, all the other flavors are out.

Banner’s frown deepens. “Something- Something important.”

Right on cue an explosion rocks the aircraft.

There’s a bit more tension in this part than the previous ones. On Tony’s side it’s because he’s smart enough to pick up on Something Is Seriously Wrong, both consciously and subconsciously and also because he feels the pressure what with everyone else apparently not taking this whole thing very seriously.

[Excluding Natasha who, believe me, takes Clint’s fate very serious indeed.]

On our time travellers’ side, they experience the frustration of being unable to talk openly, surrounded by people they don’t trust, trying to play along to the script of a movie they watched like 12 years ago and never revisited. Needless to say they’re failing horrenduously.

#ReRe answers #archangel-of-peace #if you know the future why are you such an idiot 'verse #Tony Stark #Steve Rogers #Bruce Banner #Thor Odinson #Loki #Thor's and Loki's complicated relationship #Tony is done with this shit #Steve continuous to fail at being subtle #Thor continuous to out-do him #fic #shit this got long #me: i'm gonna write a three line text post on a hilarious time travel au #also me: *what feels like 2k later but is hopefully an exaggeration* fuck #ReRe writes #time travel shenanigans #lovely people

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nethandrake · 4 years

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how would you like to go?

stevetony. marvel’s avengers. rated m. canon divergence. 2.3k words.

also on ao3.

*****

It’s only when they’re sitting in the escape pod, staring into the vast depths of the galaxy, does Steve let everything sink in.

It’s one thing to wake up seventy years into the future but another five more? Steve’s starting to wonder if he’s always meant to be propelled forward in time, meant to be a nomad, a traveler. Destined to be a Man Out of Time.

He almost snorts out loud. He can imagine what Tony would say if he knew what’s going on in his mind right now. A drama queen, he’d call him. Or maybe just this once, he’d indulge in Steve’s overdramatic musings. He would.

Then again, Steve supposes five years is better than another seventy. He doubts he can go through all that again, of the possibility of losing his loved ones to time. Not to mention the fact that the reason he even lost those five years is because of Monica Rappaccini. Monica who was once on the Avengers’ side (or he supposes, used them for her own needs), who captured him to harvest his blood, who kept him hidden from the world for five years. Just the thought of her sends him reeling.

He knows there’s more to the story, more he needs to know, should know. Then again, maybe he doesn’t need to know. He’s going to die soon.

“Well,” Tony begins next to him, cutting through Steve’s thoughts, “since we’re gonna die anyway, you have any… I don’t know… Last confessions?”

For a brief second, every fiber of Steve’s body freezes before he’s turning to look, turning to see, turning with a flicker of hope. It dies when he sees Tony’s gaze trained on the constellations around them.

This is the perfect time for Steve to tell Tony, to tell him how his heart skips when he’s near, to tell him how much he adores his boisterous rambling and his sleepy eyes and arresting smile, to tell him how his soul longs for him and only him. Time is running out for the both of them, after all.

But like the coward Steve is, he doesn’t.

“Your jokes,” he settles on instead, airily like it’s nothing. “I just don’t get ‘em.”

That grabs Tony’s attention, turning as Steve speaks. Steve almost wavers at the sight of Tony’s face.

Tony’s as beautiful as the last time Steve saw him. The only sign of aging on his face is the heavier weariness behind his eyes. Despite the front he tends to put up, Tony always seems weary, be it from the all-nighters he pulls or from carrying the weight of the world on his back.

Steve’s pretty sure his supposed death has a hand in it this time. He’s not sure what to make of that. Neither can he comprehend the odd flicker in Tony’s expression before it’s gone.

“I know,” Tony replies, a smirk playing on his lips and a twinkle behind his eyes. “I read your diary.”

An involuntary chuckle tumbles out of his lips as Steve shakes his head and turns away. He knows it’s a joke, meant to distract the both of them from their impending doom, but he couldn’t help but find the irony in it.

He does keep a diary, several even. His current one tucked behind his encyclopedias while the rest are kept in his bedroom back in New York. As curious and nosy Tony can be, Steve doubts he’d go as far as to snoop around his room.

He thinks that should be the end of that, this confessing thing. That this is how it ends between the both of them – together in the confinement of a stranded escape pod, floating in space, surrounded by the second most breathtaking view he has ever laid eyes on.

But then Steve remembers the last five years, five more years of his life wasted, and decides that this is it. He shouldn’t take this to his grave, take this to his grave. Not when Tony’s right here, not when he’s here, older and wearier but as beautiful as the last time bright brown eyes met his.

“I’m in love with you,” he says, easy like breathing.

The speed at Tony whips his head around is absolutely comical, even more when his eyebrows start climbing up his forehead.

“What?”

Steve straightens in his seat. “You heard me.”

Tony’s eyelids flutter, his expression still in disbelief. “I— I must be going deaf because it sounded like you just told me you’re in love with me. Which can’t be right because—”

“Nope. You heard me right.”

Tony blanches. “No.”

Steve scowls. “Yes.”

Tony shakes his head. “No, no, no, no. Nope. You’ve gone insane. Absolutely insane. Is it the lack of oxygen? Or maybe five years in—”

“You know,” Steve interrupts wryly, “I’m starting to wonder if you even read my diary.”

If Steve thought Tony’s eyes were already as wide as saucers, they get even bigger somehow, his cheeks flushing crimson.

“But— But— You can’t! You can’t—”

Steve cocks an eyebrow in response. “I can’t what?”

Tony’s jaw clamps shut.

It feels like an eternity, both of them staring each other down in silence. Steve should’ve predicted this. Of course, confessing his feelings for Tony wouldn’t be smooth sailing, but he always expected to either have his feelings reciprocated or otherwise. Tony’s reaction doesn’t indicate on which side he falls in. It’s terrifying, not knowing.

Steve’s well-acquainted with the unknown, learnt to stop fearing it over time. But sitting next to his best friend, the man who he loves with all of his heart, waiting for said man to tell him how he feels for Steve, is on a whole other plane.

Finally, Tony breaks the tension, his eyes flickering down as he sighs heavily. “Steve— You… You don’t—”

“You can’t tell me how I feel,” Steve argues. “And I know what I feel about you. I've known for a really long time now.” He pauses, leaning forward to cautiously slip his hands in Tony’s, and lowers his voice into a whisper. “Hey. Look at me.”

Tony does, shy and guarded and nervous. Steve readies himself. He’s waited years for this moment. He needs Tony to know before they lose their breath, before he has to watch Tony die.

God, he’s going to have to watch Tony die.

He clenches his jaw, whiling the sting behind his eyes and that terrible thought away.

He won’t think of that now. Not when he’s so close.

“I’m in love with you,” Steve confesses. “I’ve been in love with you for years. Probably since we first met. I’ve loved you before I knew what I feel for you is love. And even after all these years—”

“Well, you were in a coma—”

“Tony.”

Tony nods, looking chastised. “Right shutting up now.”

Steve gulps. He had more to say, to tell Tony, to declare. But after Tony interrupted him, all the words he’s been wanting to say shrivels up.

Something heavy settles in his chest, something Steve knows all too well. Something he has feared all these years of secretly loving Tony from afar.

Steve sighs, dropping his hands in his lap and hanging his head in resignation. “You know, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same for me. I get it. It’s just that you said something about confessions and I just thought—”

“No!” Tony exclaims so loudly that his voice startles the both of them. He clears his throat, bright chestnut eyes shining as they roam Steve’s face. Once again like the delusional optimist he is, Steve lets himself hope.

“No,” Tony repeats, this time quieter, softer, and all too loving. “I do. I do feel the same about you. I’ve been in love with you since we met too.”

Steve doesn’t know who moved first but before he knows it, there are chapped lips pressed against his, arms snaked around Tony’s armored waist, and Tony’s gauntlet-covered hand cupping his cheek.

Steve has envisioned their kiss countless of times before, picturing various scenarios and sensations. But he never expected to be stranded in space half-naked, to have woken up from a five-year coma, to be on the brink of death. Neither did he expect to feel the stirring in his chest, the warmth coursing through his veins, the taste of coffee to be strong on his tongue, to even taste salt at all.

His imagination has nothing on this kiss. Nothing at all.

“Wow,” Tony breathes out when they break apart. “That was…”

“Nice?”

“A long time coming,” Tony amends. Steve huffs at that. “But still nice too.”

Steve grins against Tony’s lips. “I’m glad.”

Tony mirrors him but just as quickly, the smile slips off his face. He blinks his glistened eyelids as his grip on Steve’s cheek slackens. “Jesus, Steve. I really missed you. I missed you so much. I was so lost without you. Those five years… Fuck. Steve, if I knew—”

“I know,” Steve replies softly, drawing him closer to press their foreheads together. “You always come for me. No matter what. You would’ve found me eventually.”

Tony snorts. “No offense but you were asleep. You wouldn’t have known even if an asteroid hit the satellite.”

“Still. You found me, Tony,” he counters. “You rescued me from being potentially struck by an asteroid.”

“Five years, Steve.”

“Better late than never.”

“I guess so, yeah.”

Tony’s frowning, looking unconvinced. Steve’s well acquainted with Tony’s issues when it comes to love, be it for himself or letting others love him. Countless times, he’s tried to change this, change his mind. This time, he’s going to make him see.

“Thank you,” Steve murmurs. “Thank you for coming for me. For saving me.”

This time, the smile that spreads across Tony’s lips is soft. Genuine.

“Like you said, I’ll always come for you.”

This time when they kiss, it’s hot and desperate and all so good. Heated hands paw at his body, skimming from his neck and down his shoulders before settling over his bare chest. Steve could barely suppress a shiver as he feels thumbs brush against his nipples, gasping at the touch. Tony takes advantage of that, deepening the kiss to slip his tongue past Steve’s parted lips.

Steve’s about to take the plunge and demand Tony to remove his suit (because fuck, if this is their last moments, he has to know what it feels like to have Tony under his fingers for the first and last time) when he hears someone clear their throat. Someone who is definitely not either of them.

With a jolt, Steve snaps back and opens his eyes, meeting Thor Odinson’s smirk.

“Of course it would take a dire situation for the two of you to act on your feelings,” Thor remarks, amused as he hovers outside the escape pod. He doesn't look like he's even aged a day.

Steve blinks, his lips parting to speak when Tony beats him to the punch.

“Hey, Thor,” he says cheerily, as if he wasn’t just making out with Steve seconds ago. “Fancy seeing you out— Oh hey, we can actually hear you.”

Thor puffs his chest like the arrogant Asgardian he is. “Well, I am a god. It is to be expected.” Steve barely suppresses a snort. “It is good to see you both in good health, especially the good captain.” His grin broadens, trained on Steve. “Though he doesn’t seem to feel the same.”

“I am,” Steve half-lies, trying his best to hide his arousal and annoyance. He shouldn’t be upset. He and Tony are being rescued from their date with death, after all. “It's good to see you.”

Thor's grin widens.

Tony snorts. “Don't mind him. He’s just upset you interrupted us from having life-affirming sex.”

“Tony.”

“I see,” Thor says, his gaze darting between the both of them. “I suppose I could leave you both here to indulge—”

“No!” Steve exclaims, almost jumping up to his feet and dropping Tony onto the ground.

“Seconded,” Tony chimes. “I mean, as hot as it would be to fuck in space—”

Steve starts, burying his face in his hands as his cheeks begin to burn. “Tony—”

“—I’d rather we do it somewhere we’re less likely to suffocate.”

Thor chuckles. “Then it’ll be my pleasure to escort you both back to Midgard.” He tilts his head in Steve’s direction, his smile softening. “Welcome back, Captain.”

As Thor begins to push the escape pod back to Earth, Tony settles back into his seat, pinning Steve with a tentative expression. He looks absolutely ravished, his lips pink and wet and god, he has to hold himself back from jumping him again. Steve should’ve done this so long ago, should’ve asked him to remove his helmet so he can mess Tony’s hair with his fingers.

“You meant that right?” Tony begins.

“Meant what?”

“What you said. About being in love with me. Because you know, we were about to die and—”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Have I ever said anything I didn’t mean?”

Tony purses his lips. “Well, you do say a lot of shit when you’re mad.”

“Do I look or sound like I’m mad now?”

“No. But then sometimes you joke—”

Steve exhales exasperatedly before reaching over to lace their fingers together. It’s not the first time he wishes Tony would shed his armor, not the first time he wants to know how it feels to have Tony's hand in his.

“Does it look or sound like I’m joking now either?”

“No. But—” Tony pauses, frowning. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Steve leans forward, his lips quirk to the side. “Look at you like what?”

Tony huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he juts his nose to the ceiling. “Like… Like you’re in love with me.”

Steve rolls his eyes, chasing after Tony’s fingers again. This time, the glove parts, revealing a weathered hand. It’s warm.

“That’s because I am.”

The mock annoyance melts away from Tony’s face, making way for a blinding smile.

#stevetony #stony #marvel's avengers #steve rogers #tony stark #marvel's avengers spoilers #*fic #you know i had to ;)

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sukorakurai · 4 years

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Camping we will Go

@snarkyship made a cute doodle print for @kimmycup about avengers camping that was so adorable it inspired me to write A little fic to go with it.

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Avenger Tower

It was a beautiful day just him and Random Cat enjoying each other’s company as he sips his coffee with RC purring in his lap. Anthony was summoned by Fury early this morning something about Victor causing trouble somewhere in the city leaving the Chaos God free to lounge about.

“That’s it I’ve had it! Damn Doom! F*ck Fury! We’re Leaving!” a shout coming from the balcony. It was rare for his lover to curse so loudly so he was force to dislodge RC from his lap and see what had gotten the genius so upset.

“Anthony are you alright? By Odin what happened to you?!” Loki ran to where his lover was desperately trying to free himself from the mangled Mark 45. It looked like he had been crushed like an empty beer can. The god could see why the genius was so upset and helped him out of the suit using his god strength and magic to heal any injures at the same time.

“Damn Doom Bots decided that I needed a hug and all of them ganged up on me and crushed me. We barely had a victory but Doom got away. I am so done with this shit. We are leaving for a nice vacation, Reindeer Games.” Tony smiled as the pain faded away thanks to Loki’s magic.

“Oh and where Pray tell are we going?”

“Camping! Yeah, Camping that’s it! we’ll be off the grid nothing but us and Nature; away from the stress of the city.”

“Have you ever been Camping Anthony?”

“Sure I have! Jarvis send the Mark 45 down for repairs Bambi and I have Packing to do!”

“If you are sure. I’ll call Thor; he can watch the Random Cat and Peter.”

“This is going to be great!” Tony grinned running into the tower to start packing.

The Next Morning.

“We’re off to adventure!” Tony Shouted as he got in the driver’s seat. “Everyone buckle up!”

“Anthony, shouldn’t you put the GPS on?” Loki asked as he buckled his seat belt. Somehow they had acquired extra people for this trip. Dr. Banner was settled in the middle row of the SUV fiddling with a camera and Soldier Barnes was laid out napping in the last row.

“Nope! this is a 1990′s SUV with no GPS. No tracking and perfect for the out doors.” the genius smiled and pulled the car out in to traffic.

It took about five hours but they finally made it to upstate NY in a heavily wooded area that said National Park. Two of those hours were spent re-finding their way as Tony made several wrong turns off of three different off ramps. All of them were a bit grouchy when they got out of the SUV but the fresh air did help to relax their mood.

“Now where Stark?” Bucky said as he lifted the heaviest Back pack on his shoulders.

“I got a Map and it says this way!” Tony said after settling his own pack on his shoulders. “Loki where’s your pack?”

“Magic Anthony I can summon it when I need it. Now how far are were hiking?”

“Uh, not far.”

“Wow this is beautiful. I think I hear some Downy Woodpeckers!” Bruce smiled.

“That’s nice Brucey, now where did the path go?” Tony replied as he tried to read the paper map.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Loki asked again glaring at his lover’s back.

“Of course I do! It’s just a bit farther.”

“Anthony, I can’t get any cell service.” Loki complained as his phone was reading ‘No Serv’ “How am I to check on THor and Peter?”

“That’s what camping is being off the grid, and being one with Nature. Don’t worry they’ll be fine.”

“You Keep saying Camping but it feels more like we’re ON THE RUN!!” Loki shouted as he followed the billionaire deeper in the forest.

“We’re camping I swear!”

“Anthony you said it would be just us on this trip.”

“Yeah it is.”

“Then why is Banner here?”

“Bruce wanted to come because he’s totally in to bird watching. I couldn’t say no.”

“And the Man of Winter?”

“I need a pack mule to carry all the stuff we’ll need for two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! I thought we would only be gone three days. Tell me the truth why are we on the run?” Loki stopped and pulled Tony around to face him. Bruce and Bucky decided to go on ahead and not get involved in the lover’s spat.

“I don’t want Fury to find us until I have had a chance to recover. In Fact all us Avengers are worn out being on call twenty four/seven.“ Tony whined and was soon enveloped in a cool hug.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I would have agreed to join you my love.”

“Really?”

“Really. If this trip will make your mind more at rest then I am all for it. I can even make it a bit more comfortable with my magic. But if the tower is burnt down by the Cat and Thor upon our return do not blame me.”

“That won’t happen.” Tony waved the notion off but then thought about it. “Will it?”

“We shall see Stark.” Loki smirked and followed the trail to catch up to the others.

“Seriously, Loki, your brother isn’t that bad at house sitting. Is he? Loki come on ANSWER ME!” Tony shouted and ran after his Chaos God.

The End

#snarkyship #kimmycup #ironfrost #tony stark #loki odinson #loki x tony #fanfic

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mariemarvelbear · 4 years

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Korvac

Hope

Avengers x Reader

Warning: Angst.So much Angst.Slow burn angst.Abuse.Mention of rape.Brainwashed.ANGST.Blood.Torture.Swearing.Kidnapping.18+

Part 18

“Come on!You can do it!” You could hear her sweet, joyful laughter from a mile away, it would echo through the halls and into each and every room in the house, and would cheer everyone up, it was at times like this that everyone just loved the blonde lady even more. “Come on Nathaniel!” Eviana cheered, watched the tiny toddler make his way into her petite arms, cradling him once as the two of them laugh. “You did it baby! Aunt Eve is so proud of you!”

“Hey!I’m getting jealous already.” Natasha exclaimed, carefully grabbing the tot and snuggled him in her arms.

Korvac’s brows furrowed as he watched the Queen took another breath,tossing in their shared bed as sweat trickle on her face- her raven luscious hair sticking onto her face. “What’s happening?” The King asked, fear evident in his voice as he looked at Victor on the side-the two of them watching the Queen sleep.

“She’s remembering them Korvac…. We can’t help it anymore.” “Hi.I’m Eviana. I’m lost.”

“Hello there.” A tall guy smiled, his golden fine hair glowing in the room where he stood tall in front of the child, hair just like his. “I’m Steven.Call me Steve.”

“But-“ Eve stuttered, stopping as she eyes the Captain’s attire “ You’re Captain America.”

“Eh. Sometimes”

Eve giggled, smiled as she looked at the Captain- her emerald eyes drilling into his blue ones. Steve couldn’t help but think that he’d never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. Soft wisps of that pale honey hair swept past her ear and caressed the skin of her neck, jaw, cheeks and around her rather beautiful, jade like eyes. Those eyes rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks every time she closed her eyes, seemed to bore into him every time he looked into them and nearly lost himself, even though they just formally met a minute ago.

“What are you doing now?” Korvac asked, eagerness evident in his voice- worry plastered on his face. But the doctor didn’t answer, he took the stirring rod and mixed the eight potion that he was making for the Queen. “Will that work now?” Victor gave Korvac a look, glared at him and told him to shush and let him do his job. He was tired and weary, and yet he was working up until dawn- he understood Korvac though- he knew that the guy only loved the young lady so much for him to do such evil things. For them it wasn’t evil, it might not be just but Korvac was just doing what he wanted to do. He wanted Eviana, and he acted on it. Dr. Victor Von Doom, he was a great scientist, chemist and a renowned doctor. Some people would say that ever since he was a child-he was evil, but he would always say that he’s just wired differently. Others look at a squirrel and see something cute, but Victor would see something he can murder. But he doesn’t want to just shoot it though, he wants to see how long it can last while he disembowels it nice and slow. He wants to see the light go out in its rodent eyes while he examines its innards. It was not only for science nor his experiments. The truth is that, he enjoys it. He gets a kick out of it. And then he’ll record it on his phone, so he can play it over and over to relive the moment. When he grew up and started working abroad when his parents died- Victor met Michael. The two of them soon started a company with them being the founder and head chemists, they became rich as their company got recognized by different corporations, becoming two scientist who was the first to find the cure for cancer. Victor became happier when his childhood best friend followed him and worked for him as his assistant- She also left their tribe-The Gypsy; and stayed with Victor. As Valeria became one of the board members of their company, the two started spending much more intimate time together, Valeria always liked Victor- it was the doctor that hardly notice the lady, but as he spent time with her, Victor knew that he was falling for her already. After some time, the two of them started dating- leaving Michael all alone. The latter became a left out, a loner, it was as if he was back to being his ‘pathetic’ younger self- a weirdo. He was becoming jealous of Valeria, she took his lab partner, his partner in crime and his buddy- but what Korvac didn’t realize was that he was jealous not of Valeria, but of his own buddy- Victor; who had a lover, a romantic partner- who had a girlfriend,someone who chooses him because of this thing called ‘love’; not because of the money he can offer,nor the fame he can give.

“Michael, Look.” Korvac’s train of thought was interrupted, the divinity quickly looking at the doctor-following his gaze towards the lady in front of them. The love of his life; His Queen, Eviana. “She’s getting stronger Korvac.I don’t- I don’t know if we can keep her away any longer.”

“Tony.Tony.Tony, look at me.” Eviana whispered, voice lingering with care,love and a sprinkle of worry. “Anthony, don’t.Don’t go there.” The tiredness that begun a while ago remains like a veil over Tony’s skin, grey and cold. And as Eve caress his cold arms, Tony could only watch the creeping sorrow where there should be joy; over him. It sits like November rain on his skin, enough to chill what was once warm inside. Enough to cover the warmth and happiness that he somehow felt, after years of being in the pain and agony he’s currently feeling-Tony was back at it again, and Pepper wasn’t there to try and soothe his pain away. He planned to just stay there in the cold, comfortably numb and hurting.But Eve knew better. “I understand it hurts Tony, I do. But please remember this Anthony, I love you.More than my life.”

Tony quickly woke up, his eyes shot wide open,his breathing was rapid and shallow as his heart beat raced each other, trying to keep up with his running mind -as if he was just chased by dozens of hound dogs; ready to eat him alive. He tossed around just to see his king size bed cold and empty, making him shiver as he clenched his mouth again; trying to stop his teeth from chattering each other. Everything then became a blur, his vision was getting darker and his head felt so light yet numb; yet it ached with so much longing.

“Eve!” Tony called, Fighting his way out of the tangled mess of his thick blankets. He continued chanting out her name, the name that his heart, mind and soul craved. The name that he wanted to stay forever, but was instantly gone in an instant; just before his heart was getting better and healed. Tony whimpered, he felt cold and alone. Brows furrowing, Tony’s hands quickly got a hold of his aching chest. He groaned, breathing heavily as his pupils dilated.Your lifeless body was the last image that flashed in his eyes.

“F-Frida….”

“You passed out again Tony.” Dr. Cho sighed, a sympathetic smile plastered on her face as she looked up; adjusting the guy’s IV drip. “When was the last time you slept?” But before Tony can answer jokingly, she interrupted him. “Proper rest. At least eight hours Tony.”

The genius philanthropist heaved a sigh, raising his hands in defeat as he sat down on the edge of the bed. The light in the infirmary was bright enough to wake him up, abundant to make his brain cells work again as his mind think of anything to work on his suit. Even though he didn’t use them anymore, there were no aliens nor terrorists, nor random bad guys who wanted the Avenger’s attention. There were no one invading their world and he was getting impatient, He badly wanted you back. Even though he knew, that you’re now-dead. Something inside him didn’t believe it, And Tony badly wanted to agree.

“Peter.” A loud bang echoed through the halls of the Avenger’s facility. A broken light bulb, now rolling onto the dusty floors. Sticky webs evident on it. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.”

“I need to talk to you, Remember?”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m here Dr.Cho~”

“Okay Spidey, but before we go to my office. Promise me that you won’t touch any of my stuff.”

“There’s nothing to touch here Doc,Everything’s old,broken or useless. Just like the Avengers.”

Helen frowned. She never liked anyone touching her stuff, they were hers and they had their own proper places.Just like her perspective with the team, though they weren’t hers; Yes. But they were her only family, and she never tells them this but she’s always proud that she’s their doctor. That every after mission, how small or big their scars or wounds are- All of them go to her. To see if their okay and well. Then they let her be; But she’s always there for them as they are for her, Just like her belongings. But now,there weren’t anything nor anyone to even take care of.

“Tony needs your help.” And with that, Peter quickly stood,and in a blink of an eye he was already at the door. “Peter, No.” But the teenager didn’t budge.He stood still, his back facing her as his grasp tightened around the door knob. Peter stood there as the memories flash in his mind, the memories he had with Bucky, Clint, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Sam, M’mbaku and there’s Tony. Peter shook his head, afraid that if he let himself think of him, He’ll just break down. Enough for him to go back to the arms of the old guy that he treated as his dad.The old guy that continues to deny the truth.

“What do you want Dr.Cho? I told you already, I have nothing to do with him.” Peter whispered, trying to portray anger yet fails;sadness evident in his eyes.

“He’s alone Peter.”

“He pushed us away!” Peter screamed, instantly; his eyes was filled with tears and sorrow. “How can we help him when he doesn’t even help himself?! How can he agree so easily?How can he be so fine with ‘Iana’s passing even though we all know that she’s not!That she’s out there.Alive and wanting to be found, wanting to come back.Back home.With us.” Peter finally broke down, his knees failing him as he fell to the ground;crying like a toddler. “She’s not dead Dr.Cho.You know that.We know that.” Peter sat there, dominated by a profound sadness-fatigued engraved on his worn face.

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Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.

Chapter One

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CHAPTER FOUR

It didn’t take my body very long to recover, though it took a couple more days for the doctors to let me go - apparently they didn’t really believe I could’ve healed this quickly. When they finally accepted I wasn’t like normal people, I was escorted out with Sam on one side and dad on the other. The latter was still frowning and didn’t talk much while he drove me back home. I pitied I had to sit next to him, though I didn’t feel much for having to sit next to Sam; it was him whom I had sneaked off from. After the car had reached the familiarity of our home grounds, dad waited in the kitchen while Sam guided me to my room, where I packed my clothes into a suitcase, and my sketchbooks, art supplies, laptop and other personal stuff into my backpack. ‘I’m sorry, Sam,’ I said while folding shirts. My stomach felt heavy, like it had been the last couple days, filled with guilt and shame. Gentle footsteps approached, and he came to stand beside me, helping me fill the bag. ‘I hope dad wasn’t too hard on you… I didn’t think-’ I wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. ‘Well, that was obvious,’ Sam noted. His voice was calm, making it difficult to judge his mood. I laughed humourlessly. ‘True. But I didn’t want to get you into trouble, Sam.’ ‘Wait, what?’ Sam stopped folding and turned me towards him. His dark eyes pierced mine. ‘That’s not why I am mad at you, Jay. You brought yourself in danger, you did incredibly stupid things. I don’t care if Steve got mad at me. That’s the least t I care about.’ ‘But I don’t want all of you worrying about me,’ I complained quietly. It sounded awfully like a little child’s statement. Sam laughed, his eyes turning soft. ‘I think it’s too late for that, Jay.’

The essential parts of my belongings were loaded in the trunk of the car while I waited inside, dread building inside me. Eventually the wheels came into motion, and looking back at our beautiful wooden place, I wondered whether I would see it again.

‘If it isn’t our little hero,’ Tony announced sarcastically when I stepped out of the elevator. The whole way up, whilst in the glass cage leading up to my doom, I had prayed I’d just be able to sneak to my room, not having to face any of the residents of the Tower. Sadly, Tony seemed to have been awaiting my arrival. ‘Shut up, Tony,’ I grumbled when I walked past. I wasn’t in a good mood, partly because the ride there had been filled with one hell of a silence, loaded enough even for Sam (who was usually played the little bridge of the Rogers’ family) not to try to break it. Dad hadn’t been particularly angry, more filled with a kind of simmering frustration. I, on the other hand, was mad, very mad, for I did not want to be locked up in a Tower. And even though I didn’t wish for a prince to save me, I’d appreciate it if somebody busted me out - preferably someone with, you know, good intentions. Tony leaned against the wall, a little smirk forming on his lips. ‘I thought I might tell you my suit is still afraid of you.’ His amused expression annoyed me even more, though at least he didn’t seem judgemental. ‘One time Tony, I swear, I just wanted to try it!’ I threw my hands up in exasperation and glared at the billionaire. Tony crossed his arms, tilting his head. ‘It took me three whole days to fix it!’ I stuck out my tongue, and Tony grinned in response.

In a very bad mood, I yanked my suitcase with me and I dropped it against the nearest couch in a very aggravated way. With my hood pulled down to my nose, I lay down and pretended to fall asleep. People bustled around me, somebody moved my suitcase away and others carried stuff around. After I had lain there for a while, all curled up in a steaming ball of displeasure, I actually drifted off. I wasn’t exactly sure if I’d napped or slept, but when I awoke there was a hush of low voices speaking. ‘You’ve seen it?’ That was Sam. He spoke quietly and with worry in his words. ‘Of course. She was fast, really fast.’ Tony was the one Sam was talking to, and he sounded both amazed and troubled. ‘That’s why Steve’s so worried,’ Sam pointed out. ‘He never thought she would have so much of him in her, not physically. She seemed quite, you know, “normal”,’ he delivered the word as if it were a cuss, ‘until now, that is.’ My right hand felt numb. Tiny prickling balls rolled up and down my arm, but I couldn’t move. There was no way I could change position without notifying the speakers I was awake. And that would, without a doubt, not be a good thing; I’d have to talk to them, trying to lie and say I hadn’t overheard them. Also, I would probably start arguing with them to let me go, for it wasn’t fair I was held captive for saving some asses. So, I’d just have to ignore my limbs turning into limp stumps of meat and muscle. ‘Maybe it was a onetime thing, adrenaline rush,’ Tony mused. ‘Though that would mean she shouldn’t experience any more stress.’ ‘Why do you think she’s here? Steve’s trying to figure something out, and in the meantime we have to make sure she stays in.’ “We have to make sure she stays in.” Sounded as if they were already prepared for a fight. Well, as Sam so obviously knew telling from the tone of his voice, I was not giving up. ‘You know, I always wondered what her genes look like, how being half human and half super soldier affected her DNA.’ ‘She’s no lab rat,’ Sam snarled. This anger war pretty uncharacteristic – usually he was the one staying calm at all times. ‘That’s not what I meant,’ Tony said hastily. He, too, sounded pretty shocked. ‘Yeah, I know. Sorry, man. It’s just… we tried to keep her away from this world, you know? I hoped she could have a peaceful life, anonymously and safe.’ Tony snorted bitterly. ‘If your father is head deep into this world, I doubt it is possible to stay out of it.’ ‘Guess you’re right.’ Sam sounded tired, and I imagined him rubbing his eyes. Tony cleared his throat, moving in his seat, which squeaked. ‘She’s gonna hate it here, she needs freedom.’ He let out a dry laugh. ‘Typical.’ ‘Yes, she will,’ Sam agreed warily. ‘But for now, I think her safety is more important than her being “free”.’ Sam didn’t laugh, not even in an unamused manner.

A door opened, and smooth, soft footsteps closed in. ‘Hey, Steve. You okay?’ ‘I’m alright, Sam, thank you. I think her room is ready; I tried to make it look a bit like home…’ he sighed heavily, ‘I don’t know what to do. I should have known she shouldn’t be alone, not today…’ ‘Steve, it’s not your fault.’ ‘Who’s is it, then?’ He sighed again, and I heard him come closer. Quickly I concentrated on relaxing my body. 'I can still remember the little girl who didn't know she was different. She used to be so proud she could beat all the boys in football. Now she’s being dragged into this world...’ Suddenly I felt him pick me up and carry me. A shudder almost went down my spine when I, too, remembered that little girl. How I wished I could be her again. Dad put me in my bed and tucked me in. The soft blanket hugged me tight and I sank down into the fluffy pillows. 'Good night,' he whispered and kissed my forehead. I wanted to hug him so badly, but I couldn't, as he would know I had heard them talk. Silently cursing myself and the world, I fell yet again asleep.

Chapter Five

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I have an IronDoon prompt : After Civil War Doon rescued Tony that loses his memories and make him his "Queen"

Dear Nonny,

SPOILERS FOR THE COMMUNAL KITCHEN IF YOU HAVE NOT READ END OF TOMORROW AND INTEND TO DO SO. (spoilers and story below the cut)

I’m almost positive this is NOT what you had in mind. Sorry about that.

If you’ve read the Communal Kitchen Series, this story takes place in the “2047 Future/End of Tomorrow” timeline, after M.O.D.O.K. has taken over the world. Somewhere around 2022, or thereabouts.

For the rest of you: TAKE HEED THE NOTES (which are below the cut for spoilers)

Nothing is explicit, but this is a deeply disturbing little snippet of what life was like for Tony while under M.O.D.O.K.’s mind control. Consider it pre-trash for the contents. It’s very heavy angst and depressing as shit.

There is no happy ending. For this Tony, his future just gets worse and worse for the next 25 years or so and his happy ending is self-sacrifice, knowing that he’s fixing the world.

This author has regrets.

Til Death Do Us Part

Hewas kneeling.

He was kneeling at his master’sside and trying not to think.

The armor was comfortable, even ifhe would never feel safe inside it again. It couldn’t protect him anymore. Hesometimes wondered if it ever had, or if it had just made him a greater target.If he hadn’t created the armor, would his master’s eyes ever turned on him, or wouldhe have been dismissed, as he had always been before, as a rich, bratty,party-boy. Not worthy of anything but scorn.

Certainly not worthy of the honorof kneeling at M.O.D.O.K.’s side.

He was trying not to think becausethinking was painful. Thinking was remembering. Thinking was…

Well, thinking was. Wasn’t it?

“Your majesty,” the seneschalsqueaked, then screamed, then didn’t make another sound.

Von Doom strode into the room,unannounced and unacknowledged because he’d just murdered another doorman.

His master would not be pleased atthe disruption, but M.O.D.O.K. wouldn’t care about the poor man who lay in acrumpled and bleeding heap to one side of the throne room. Not quite dead. TheHUD popped up all the relevant medical data. The man could possibly even besaved, if he got treatment in time.

“Master?” he said, his voice lowpitched, keeping the audio as far down as he could. The suit’s voice modulatorhad been adjusted to make his tones as servile as possible. He’d discovered hismaster was more… lenient, that way. “Master, the doorman?”

His master didn’t acknowledge him.Continued to poke at the holographic display.

“Von Doom to see you,” he said,that statement compelled from him. Part of his standing orders: protect hismaster, serve his master, announce guests, kill when commanded. Kneel.

“Good,” M.O.D.O.K. said. He shutthe display with a wave of one sticklike arm.

“How dare you summon me?” Von Doomdemanded, as he drew closer.

“Master?” he managed again. “Thedoorman, please?” It was hard, asking for favors, and he knew what it wouldcost him.

M.O.D.O.K. spared him a glance,then at the dying doorman. “Summon aid,” he said, moving his hands in thatgesture that was the best M.O.D.O.K. could do for a shrug, not having shouldersto speak of. “Then get our esteemed colleague a chair.”

A flick of the eyes, and a medicalteam was alerted to the problem in the throne room. He tried not to sigh withrelief. The doorman had been someone he knew, once. Not someone who was afriend, but an employee. Someone who’d been kind. He couldn’t remember thename. It didn’t matter. A sacrifice to the altar of not thinking. M.O.D.O.K.was running out of captives that he knew.

Von Doom was all the way to thethrone.

He knew what was expected of him.Forcing his master to make it an order, forcing M.O.D.O.K. to use the implantin his spine to gain obedience would be in no one’s interest. Especially afterhis master allowed aid to be summoned.

He sighed. At least his face washidden by the faceplate. He shifted up onto his hands and knees, crawled infront of the hoverchair. Listened to the whirr and thrum of the repulsors underthe chair. He’d built those, adapted them to the tech that M.O.D.O.K. needed.

When he was exactly whereM.O.D.O.K. wanted him to be, he locked his elbows, ducked his head.

Von Doom took his offered seat,resting his ass and muscular thighs across the slave’s back.

Von Doom wasn’t heavy; not whilethe slave was in his armor; the suit bore most of the weight. It was thehumiliation that weighed heavily on his heart.

Not thinking. Not thinking. Juststay right there. Don’t draw their attention. Just be a chair. That’s all.Nothing more.

“How dare you summon Doom?” VonDoom snarled. It was a mock snarl and the slave knew it. Doom was the weaker ofthe two in the room. He survived primarily because M.O.D.O.K. did not considerhim enough of a threat to bother with, and he’d been useful in the past.M.O.D.O.K. didn’t hold much with gratitude, but he did get a lot of pleasureout of making Doom angry.

“M.O.D.O.K. is going to give you agift, old friend,” M.O.D.O.K. said. “You’ll like that, won’t you? A gift, andboth Doom and M.O.D.O.K. will be satisfied.”

“What sort of gift?” Von Doom wassuspicious. The slave didn’t much blame him for that. Gifts were not much inM.O.D.O.K.’s good graces, even when they were being given to M.O.D.O.K..

“To solve the problems,” M.O.D.O.K.said, laughing. The slave hated his master’s laughter. It was cold and cruel.“The problems that this one causes M.O.D.O.K..”

Von Doom put a hand on the armor’stasset as if petting the slave’s ass possessively. “Doom thought Stark couldn’tcause you problems, anymore.”

The slave shuddered. He didn’t likehearing his name. His name meant thinking, meant remembering. Meant… he had tosteady his elbows. If he dropped Doom on the floor by crumpling to the ground,there would be trouble. He didn’t want trouble.

“It resists,” M.O.D.O.K. said, asif the slave couldn’t hear. Couldn’t understand. “Destruction, it can beordered. Kill. Kneel. Stand here. Go there. Eat, don’t eat. Things thatM.O.D.O.K. can tell it to do, it does. M.O.D.O.K. cannot tell it to create.”

Not thinking. Not thinking was theonly weapon the slave had found. His master couldn’t order him to imagine.Couldn’t order him to love. Creation came from love, from imagination, andif the slave didn’t have those, M.O.D.O.K. didn’t know how to unlock hispotential.

M.O.D.O.K. had found a few ways todraw cooperation out of him.

Hurting someone that the slaveknew, or cared about, or could be persuaded to care about.

Hurting the slave didn’t compel himto anything except a vague sense of hope that the torture might be carried toofar and that he would die and be free. Too much hurt could damage the brain,and it was for the slave’s brain that he’d been taken in the first place.M.O.D.O.K. wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice. Not yet.

The only other weapon M.O.D.O.K.had was remembering. He could order the slave to remember.

Not thinking.

The slave counted the flagstonesunder his fingers. The tiny shifts in posture of the man who sat on him like hewas furniture.

“So, it’s useless, then?”

“No,” M.O.D.O.K. said. “Just…M.O.D.O.K. doesn’t understand some things about humans. But M.O.D.O.K. thought,friend Doom might be the key to unlocking some potential. If Doom still wantsthe pretty for himself.”

“You promised Stark to me yearsago, when we–”

“M.O.D.O.K. knows. M.O.D.O.K.remembers,” his master cautioned. “So, you want it, still?”

“You’re going to give Stark to me?”

“If you want it,” M.O.D.O.K. said.“Proper, and right. It is not your toy. You will court it, take care of it. Youwill… marry it. M.O.D.O.K., Doom, and Stark. The Triumvirate.”

“Marry it?” Von Doom’s voice wasincredulous. The slave shuddered again, remembering against his will. He’d beenmarried, once. He’d loved… loved once. “Why dress it up pretty? Marriage isabout a partnership. This one… Stark’s not going to do what Doom requires ofhim, not without force, so why not call a slave a slave?”

‘Doom forgets what M.O.D.O.K. cando,” M.O.D.O.K. cackled, gleeful. “Doom wants its love? Wants its body, givenfreely? M.O.D.O.K. can make it do that.”

The slave wondered if its mastereven knew what love was. What love could do. If M.O.D.O.K. had any idea aboutthe power of love, his master would not have been so quick to use the slave todestroy–

He bit down, hard. Stifled thesoft, keening whine that leaked from his throat.

“It’s hardly voluntary if you’reforcing him,” Von Doom said, shrugging. His entire posture projectednonchalance, but the slave could feel the new tenseness in Von Doom’s thighs. Anticipation.

“Does Doom need love?”M.O.D.O.K. mocked, voice crooning and sickeningly sweet, “or does Doom merelyneed a willing vessel?”

“He’ll cooperate? Doom won’t needto tie him down?”

“Doom can tie it up, if Doomwishes,” M.O.D.O.K. said. “M.O.D.O.K. does not care about that. But it will dowhat Doom wants. Conditionally.”

“What conditions?”

“Doom must not hurt its mind. No permanent damage. No bones broken. Does Doom agree to this?”

“Doom is in agreement.”

“Stand up,” M.O.D.O.K. ordered, andthere was no mistaking it for an order. “Doom should not sit on his affiancedbride. Not outside the bedchamber.”

The absence of Von Doom’s weightwas terrifying.

“Get up, Stark,” M.O.D.O.K.commanded. The order went through Tony’s spine like lightening, jolting intohis brain. He was on his feet before he had a chance to control his own limbs,his own muscles.

M.O.D.O.K. chewed his enormous,chapped lip. His master knew to be cautious by this point. Tony had doneeverything he could think of to circumvent orders. He’d nearly succeeded inkilling himself twice. Goaded Steve into nearly destroying him, which wouldhave been a relief, except that at the last moment, Steve had, what? Had anattack of conscience? Thought maybe Tony was still inside the body that washurting so many people? Whatever. Tony was deeply disappointed that Cap hadretreated, rather than finish the job.

“Remove the armor, send it away.”

Easily done, and he stood there, alittle cold, in his flight undersuit. His master preferred a chillier room thanmost, being so large. His feet were bare against the cold flagstones and itdrew a shudder up through his bones.

“You will not harm yourself,”M.O.D.O.K. crooned. Tony rolled his eyes back; the strength of new commands waslike the haze of morphine; he could feel pain, could feel his regret and his angerand his fear, but he couldn’t… care as much about them. “You will do nothingfor the next eight days to cause yourself harm. You will not harm anyone else.”

Tony nodded. He understood. Hewould be away from his master for a period of eight days. He understood. Hewould do nothing to harm himself. He would not hurt anyone. Why would he wantto hurt anyone? He never wanted to hurt anyone.

“This is your betrothed,”M.O.D.O.K. said. He gestured with one arm at Von Doom. “You care for him. Youwant him. You have desire for him. You have a week to indulge yourselves. Youwant whatever he wants from you. You will enjoy it. You will make sure Doomenjoys himself. Do you understand?”

There was a struggle; revulsion sodeep it made his bones crack and break. Loathing that boiled his blood. Fearand anguish that knotted his gut and drove him to his knees. He didn’t careabout Von Doom, he cared… he loved…he…

Got to his feet. Smirked at hismaster. Linked his arm with Victor’s; the contact felt good. It had been awhile since he’d been out of the suit and his skin ached for human touches.They’d have fun. A whole week of vacation; he hadn’t had a break in… quite sometime. Since before the Fall.

“Thank you, sir,” Tony said, givinghis master a little bow, jaunty. Turned, smiled up at Victor. Wished hisbeloved would take off that mask, it was harder to flirt with unmoving,uncaring steel. “So, what’s on the agenda? I hope it involves beaches, I’mconstantly freezing around here. Nude beaches are best.” He winked and slid hisarm through the crook of Victor’s elbow.

“Bring him back in a week,” hismaster said.

“Of course.” Victor removed onegauntlet and rested bare fingers over Tony’s hand. The touch was soothing,light. Affectionate. Tony sighed and leaned against Victor’s arm. It was so…nice… to be going on vacation. A week of privacy and luxury and time spent withthe man he… cared about. Victor touched Tony’s face. A glitter of a single tearlingered on Victor’s fingertip.

Was he crying? Tony couldn’tremember why he would do that.

“Have a good time,” M.O.D.O.K.called after them.

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