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ironhusband · 4 years

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Rhodey is better than Steve goodnight.

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Rhodey is told he wasn’t always obsessed with Captain America. His path to discovering the American hero wasn’t a short one.

His mother claimed his obsession with the patriotic symbol begun with a movie. It was a movie about a plane crash, and the whole family went. His little sister was horrified by the disaster movie, but Rhodey’s eyes sparkled as he thought of how he would fix the plane, how he would fly the passengers to safety. Already loving machines, the crash made Rhodey even more obsessed, loving the idea of being a pilot or building a plane. His teachers encouraged his interests, indulging him with stories about the Wright brothers and plane crashes and giving him plane models and sketches that Rhodey studied lovingly. His family was not happy, since the obsession came with plane toys littering the floor and Rhodey begging them to let him get on a plane, or better yet, fly one. The only one to give in was his uncle, who promised to help him build a plane. The plane was tiny but it flew, and Rhodey was ecstatic.

Once Rhodey grew a little bit older, he understood why he couldn’t fly a plane. At least not at that age. It didn’t mean he still didn’t want to.

“So how can I become a pilot?” Rhodey asked stubbornly one day.

“Well, Jimmy,” his mother begun to explain, “you could go to flight school. With your brains, you’d get right in.”

“Hmmm,” Rhodey responded, already knowing about that, but wanting a more practical solution to his career problem, “and then I can become a pilot?”

“Sure, you could fly lots of tourists,” his mother confirmed, “but you can also go to the air force. Become a fighter jet pilot.”

Rhodey seemed more interested in that, “air force?”

Since learning those words, Rhodey gained a new obsession. Once he was fifteen, he had his whole career planned out for him; he would go to MIT and study rocket science (he was always good at physics and won the science fair with his inventions without fail), and then he would be drafted, quickly rise through the ranks, until he was pilot, until he could fly.

That’s how he came to look up to Captain America as a role model.

For his fourteenth birthday, his parents took him to DC, to see the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. He was drawn to the Captain America exhibit. Logically, he knew that Captain America wasn’t a captain or part of the Air Force (he would always complain to Tony about it), but something else drew him to the patriotic symbol. Maybe it was how fast Rogers became an esteemed solider, how fame wasn’t enough of an influence for him, how he fought for the rights of minorities and against the nazis. It was all that that appealed to Rhodey.

When they left the museum, Rhodey’s arms were full of Captain America figurines, comics, posters and a few books with history and conspiracy theories.

His want to be a pilot then, combined everything he ever wanted. The sense of comrade he got from the choir, his patriotism and his will to change the world, his love for planes and rocket science, and the fact that he would be a superhero. A flying one.

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Contrary to popular belief Rhodey didn’t meet Tony through an engineering course or when they became roommates; he met him through a self-indulgent course Rhodey took about “Captain America: His History and His Impact”.

Rhodey caught Tony staring at the second lecture. He smirked at him, and Tony ducked his head and wouldn’t look him in the eye. He caught Tony looking at him other times too; while he was talking with his new friends, while he was piling food on his plate at the cafeteria, while he was doing homework in the library. Rhodey didn’t mind. He knew it was a coincidence and Tony wasn’t actually following him (Tony was far too busy for that). He never did anything about the puppy crush Tony had on Rhodey, until he found his stalker at his dorm room, his second year at MIT.

“I thought my request wouldn’t get approved,” Tony admitted, “I kind of admired you from afar. That’s creepy. Sorry. I don’t have a lot of friends.”

“It’s ok,” Rhodey promised, “I requested you too. Wanted to meet my stalker. After all, we seem to like a lot of the same things. Captain America, engineering, me.”

Tony laughed.

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Tony and him grew closer while being roommates. Rhodey was right, they did have a lot in common. Like a knack for getting in trouble (and in Tony’s case, for getting caught), a talent of making pretty amazing robots and being naturals at annoying nicknames. Tony opened a lot of military doors for him, and Rhodey was the one to introduce Tony to junk food. Needless to say, eventually, Rhodey begun to crush on his roommate. Never did anything about it, however, because Tony was too young for him.

When Tony walked into his childhood bedroom, Rhodey quickly excused his obsession to his crush, "Mama left everything exactly the same. Jean had been begging her to give my room, but Mama refuses so..."

“Shit, man, I thought I would be the nerd between us.”

“You still are,” Rhodey teased.

Tony shook his head, “true. However, I think I became a little less of a Captain America nerd, since meeting you. You outshine him in every way.”

Rhodey can safely say this is when he fell in love.

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Years passed, and as Rhodey became a pilot, as Rhodey got into more and more dangerous situations, Tony always told him “nothing my Captain America couldn’t do.” and then begun to sing “oh captain, my captain”. It was sappy and ridiculous, but it encouraged Rhodey on his dark days.

When Tony witnessed Rhodey have a panic attack for the first time, Rhodey asked him, still shaking, “am I still Captain America to you?”

Tony kissed his forehead, hugged him tight, “you’re still even better.”

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The first time Rhodey met the infamous Captain, he wasn’t as happy as he thought he’d be. No, he was jealous. Jealous because he’d been in love with Tony for more than half of his life, and now that DADT was repealed and he could do something about it... Steve just swept in and took Tony from his grasp.

Tony sat smiling on the chair in front of him, leaning on Rogers’ arm. “You know, I used to call Rhodey modern Captain America. I guess that mantle is taken now that you’re back though.”

Rhodey’s heart clenched painfully. He still couldn’t believe Rogers took that from him.

Rogers nodded politely, “yes, I read your file, Colonel. You are deserving of that title, let me tell you that.”

“I agree,” Tony said, “I’ll just have to come up with a new nickname. After all, I did only call him that because you were such a role model to him. You guys will be friends now, so that will probably be awkward if he was still as big a fan.” Tony conspiratorially whispered to Steve, “he had a bit of a crush in you. Even more than me. I got you, though. Jealous, honeybear?”

Yes, Rhodey thought, but not in the way you think. He plastered on a teasing smile, though, and said “a little less jealous now that I know Captain America was willing to settle for you.”

Tony threw bread at him and Rhodey laughed. But his heart burned.

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Rhodey didn’t stop admiring Steve up until the Civil War, as the media dubbed it. He knew his negative feelings towards him were only unfair jealousy, and he still appreciated him as a fellow Avenger.

Not anymore.

They were both supposed to be separate in hospital beds, but Tony climbed into Rhodey’s bed. They were about to fall asleep when Tony whispered in the darkness, “I feel bad for ruining Captain America for you.”

Rhodey’s eyes drifted open. Registering Tony’s words, Rhodey begun to speak. “You didn’t ruin him,” Rhodey promised, “I’m mad at Steve for betraying his team, for going against the accords, for causing the fight were I lost my legs. I’m not mad at him just because of you. And if I was, it wouldn’t have started now.”

Tony looked at him sharply at that, “what do you mean?”

“I mean that I was jealous of Steve's relationship with you,” Rhodey admitted, no longer willing to hide his feelings.

“You were?” Tony whispered, “you were jealous of him?”

“Yeah. I always wanted you.”

Tony looked away, trying to hide his tears, “I should have waited for you.”

“It’s ok,” Rhodey assured him, “we have all the time in the world from now on.”

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ivoryblush · 3 years

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RhodeyTony Seasons of Love - Spring

1. Who tends the garden & who isn't allowed near plant life?

Rhodey has the patience for plants & he even talks to them. He glares at Tony whenever he tries touching budding sprouts with his greased hands. And when Rhodey can't save a plant? Tony gives him 3 in hopes to cheer him up. "Said it does well in harsh conditions or something, hard to kill or whatever." And Rhodey smiles cause said plant reminds him of Tony. 🥺

2. Who’s better at spring cleaning & why is it Rhodey?

Rhodey is better cause idk, he actually cleans?? He has a playlist of his favorite music and jams out, he sweeps and he loves to organize the spice rack? He even organizes Tony coffee mugs. U and Dum-E help too 🥰Tony works best in mess, not wanting to remember where things are or make them fit. Rhodey respects it. But if Tony drops socks right next to the bin? Oh he knows he'll be served lukewarm coffee the next day.

3. Who sneaks a kiss when they’re walking in the rain?

Tony, of course! Once the sky goes dark, Rhodey rushes them toward the closest shelter, whether it be the car or building. But Tony always seems to slow down. It's when the sky opens, and the rain falls hard that Rhodey skips up ahead to hold the door open. Tony pauses, which Rhodey finds ridiculous. What if Tony catches a cold? He knows better than anyone that his colds last *weeks* instead of days. But that never matters to Tony. What does, is catching Rhodey by surprise with a kiss that stops time. It's the rain Tony loves the most. While everyone rushes by, it's the only time he wants to slow down. "We've got all the time, Rhodey."

4. What is their favorite spring break memory from MIT?

Tony tells people it's when he managed to convince Rhodey to go to Cancún, Mexico (aka THE place to be). But really? It's anytime Mama Rhodes invited the both of them. Tony's favorite moments were when they laid on the roof and looked at stars. "I'm gonna go up there one day," he'd say. And Rhodey would say, "Me too." Because for them it was possible. They would burn toast when attempting to help with breakfast. Tony always managed to get a good, embarrassing childhood story out of Mama Rhodes, which Rhodey loved to hate.

5. What flower reminds Tony of Rhodey?

Tony would say a cactus. Yes, some may laugh but he certainly has his reasons. Cacti are resilient & strong, prickly if touched by those who have wronged them. It puts up a fight when necessary. He jokes & tells people that it symbolizes lust between two people. "I've got the hots for him, what can I say?" But it's more than that. And did you know that a cactus flower only blooms once a year? Tony would swear that was symbolic, only he doesn't have the words.

6 (no fanart, but check out my fics from last year!)

7. What flower reminds Rhodey of Tony?

Sunflowers remind Rhodey of Tony, it's so simple and easy to choose, he doesn't hesitate. They reach as far as they can toward the sun and they're just so bright. Several times Tony would find a bouquet of sunflowers sitting on his desk without a note. Specifically, after a long day at work. It's like Rhodey always knew when exactly to cheer him up. To have his lover mimic the brightness of a sunflower. Rhodey would do anything to bring back that smile on Tony's face. And just a few months ago, his curiosity got the best of him and he searched the meaning of sunflowers. And well, he found himself smiling bright as well. (Unwavering faith & unconditional love)

Please, if any of these inspire you or make you feel all giddy inside, let me know 🥺🥰💕

#tonyrhodey #rhodeytony #november #mcu #fanfic #prompts #rhfe #i love doing those #give me back my rhodey #rhodey #james rhodes #tony x rhodey #tony stark #rhodey x tony #hope this reaches the right people #!!#xx #mine

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blackberrywidow · 5 years

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rhodey didn’t say anything when he saw him. couldn’t force himself to speak the words that would make it real. couldn’t fathom how words could be strung together to form some semblance of a proper response.

so he watched him, as he often did. he watched him try to comfort his wife the way he had watched him struggle with the weight of his father’s legacy despite his ability to breeze through his mit classes at 16.

he watched his best friend stare at the crying kid who had become a son to him the way he had watched him try to destroy his life. try to drown all the good parts of himself with alcohol and meaningless sex and anything to numb the pain that came with being tony stark. try and fail to be something less than he was.

he watched him die the way he had watched him live through his capture and torture. he supposed most would say his journey to becoming this—a hero who would sacrifice his own life to save the universe— started then. but rhodey has been watching tony for a long time, and he knew better.

rhodey had watched over tony for most of their lives, and he watched over him now (for the last time, a voice in the back of his head whispered even as his heart fought to deny it). the only difference is that this time, he didn’t know what to say.

but then tony looked up at him, and the pain and anguish in his eyes broke his heart, but tony had always been a complicated person and rhodey knew he saw relief there too. relief that they had won, that he had saved them, that it was over.

and there was love there too, and acceptance. and rhodey cried, but he understood. he didn’t need to say anything—he would just watch over his brother through his final moments, just as he through all the others, and it would have to be enough.

even if it killed him to do it. he would bare the pain gladly for this man that meant the world to him.

and if he was just the slightest bit happy that at least the world would finally see tony for the hero rhodey had always known he was, he would never say it. it was a small consolation, one that wasn’t nearly enough to ease the pain that tore at his heart.

he thought maybe nothing would, but he was never one to wallow in self pity. so he would keep living and keep fighting and keep watching over the rest of tony’s family the way he watched over him.

he could only hope that it would be enough.

#mcu fanfic #avengers: endgame #tony stark #rhodey #james rhodes #iron man #war machine #tonyrhodey #iron husbands #tw: angst #i wrote this at work #and now im crying

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cap-samwilson · 5 years

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1. in a vehicle/love (rhodeytony)

“so, you know how dinosaurs had feathers, right?”

rhodey’s brows raise, so tony knows for a fact the guy is listening. even if he’s pretending to keep his eyes on the road, tony is sure he’s got the guy’s attention. after all, no road trip is suited for peace and quiet, even ones with fantastic cassettes to shuffle through and burgers to munch on.

but of course, tony has to be really, really sure.

“hey. honeybear, you picking up what i’m putting down?”

rhodey’s lips quirk, and tony’s approximately 98% sure he’s got him now. hook, line, and sinker, the guy’s as caught as a fish in a barrel, or whatever the fuck the saying is.

looks good, too. being head over heels suits james rhodes. but he’s still not looking at tony, and that earns him an eye roll for his troubles.

“earth to rhodey!” tony huffs, and rhodey finally glances over, eyes as deep as the damn night sky scanning him once with that same little smirk. it drives tony crazy. the good kind of crazy, the kind that usually ends with a fun night.

“what’re you talkin’ about, tones?” he asks, eyes flickering back to the road, and tony leans back in his seat, his feet landing solidly on the dashboard, reaching over to grab the hand that rhodey’s been dangling ever so temptingly on the middle console.

“dinosaurs. talking about dinosaurs,” was the eloquent response, which gets him a squeeze in recognition.

“okay, dinosaurs. what about dinosaurs?” rhodey asks, and when he looks over again, there’s a full-on smile on his face. like tony says, he’s got him locked down.

“they had feathers, right? probably full on bird-like, a lot of the raptors. hell, what does the word raptor mean if not ‘bird of prey’?”

rhodey nods. tony grins, leans closer, crosses his legs at the ankles.

“well. i’m saying that if dinosaurs were here today? we’d be flying those fuckers.”

and just like that, rhodey is laughing. full on laughing, cackling basically, and tony is leaning back against the car door again, watching their interlaced fingers with the biggest smirk he can manage without it becoming a smile itself.

“flying dinosaurs.” rhodey repeats it, that tone of voice showing just how unconvinced he was, but he’s still grinning, and starts letting out little chuckles again. “you really think we’d be flying dinosaurs if those things were here today?”

“obviously there’d be an adjustment period,” tony says, and his eyes close with his self-satisfaction, relishing in it. “after all, supposing that dinosaurs were here today? and fully feathered, as i imagine they are, taming them would be a struggle. but i do believe that if dinosaurs were here today, and humans weren’t complete shitbags who would hunt them to extinction, that we’d be flying dinosaurs from our manhattan apartment to visit your folks as we speak.”

one eye opens and sees rhodey’s shoulders shaking with laughter again. this time silent, but just as effective. there’s no bad detail in james rhodes’s face, but when he laughs he looks damn angelic. and of course, tony wants to take it all in, watching with glee as his boyfriend lifts the hand that he’s holding and presses a kiss to the tanned skin.

“you know what? i’m down. flying dinosaurs,” he affirms, and tony’s grinning so bright now that trying to look cool gets thrown out the window.

“flying dinosaurs,” tony repeats, and rhodey just kisses his hand again.

“flying fucking dinosaurs.”

#setrashtian's spectacular #my fic #fanfic #rhodeytony #tonyrhodey #ironhusbands #rhodey #james rhodes #tony stark #college au #iron man #war machine

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skywalkerrs · 4 years

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Prompt #27:Ransom | Whumptober

(a short, not-so-whumpy TonyRhodey AU)

It's simple. He pays the ransom, and his best friend James Rhodes will be returned to him.

Tony promises to pay the enormous amount of money, but, of course, he won't. It's not that he wouldn't pay every penny he has for Rhodey, but that these men and women won't need it where they're going.

Tony considers a less than moral approach, for a moment, but it was already bad enough that he went after Rhodey himself ahead of the United States government and military. The culprits will go to prison, he'll make sure of that. He'll make sure it's for life, with no way out, too.

The government is on Tony's tail, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get there first. To him, this isn't about saving the vice president of the United States– though he had sent his congrats to Rhodey when he first heard the news. To Tony, this is about his best friend, his anchor, his everything.

For that, he goes through dozens of armed guards, sticky situations with other hostages, five supersoldiers, an impressive security system, and a less impressive trap room.

Rhodey is there tied to a chair in the corner of the concrete room. The bastards knew better than to do serious harm to him, but Tony still doesn't like the dark bruise on Rhodey's cheek.

Once freed, Rhodey hugs him from the side, not caring about the uncomfortable bleeding edge armor in the way. Tony pulls him to the front of him and hugs him back.

"When I heard how much they were asking for," Rhodey says as they part, "I was sure everyone would think it was a joke, and that I had just taken an impromptu vacation."

Tony shakes his head. "That's the thing," Tony jokes. "They couldn't believe you would take a break from work for more than three seconds, so they knew something was wrong."

Rhodey chuckles.

"I'm glad you're safe, Mr. President."

"Don't call me that, Tony. I'm not the President."

"Well, let me know your plans for the 2025 election."

US soldiers rushing the building enter the room before Rhodey can reply. Tony steps aside as they reclaim their vice president, but he stays close as they hop from car to helicopter to warship.

They get him home, cleaned up, and before news cameras within a couple weeks. Tony thinks it's nice to see Rhodey back in a suit and tie again, adorned with all his medals, if not to show America that their vice president is as good as ever.

Tony can't get as close as he'd like with locking the criminals away, but he keeps up with every new detail, every hearing and trial, and every prison location they're sent off to.

He makes sure that security is upgraded, and that Rhodey gets security cameras and new locks for his house, something Tony had been telling him to do from the day he heard the news about becoming vice president. He practically stuffs Rhodey's home with Stark tech.

One day, while they're at a restaurant waiting for their meal, Tony taps on his arc reactor. "I thought about a suitcase," he tells him as he taps on the hub for his nanotech. "But you need something like this. Something small to wear, to have protection at all times."

Rhodey looks interested, but he says, "Wait, now. I haven't worked with nanotech. You've held me back at the Mark V era after all these years."

Tony rolls his eyes, half-heartedly. "I'll send you things to try."

"I want a gun on it," Rhodes orders. "No i-have-to-form-the-weapons-from-nanobots business."

Tony nods, and leans back from the table as the waiter arrives with their food;

"Anything for you, VP."

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#tonyrhodey #tony stark #james rhodes #marvel #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu #superioriron #mine #grace.txt #whumptober2019 #no.27 #prompt no.27 #whumptober

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mimi123meg · 4 years

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I’m Bored and I wanna write something but idk what to write so if y’all give me prompts I might write something (the only reason I wouldn’t is if i don’t know enough about the ship to write accurately). Idk word count or anything but I’ll try to make them at least 500 words (aiming for 1000). My ships and fandoms are the untamed (WANGXIAN, songxiao) and marvel (anything with tony except winteriron and superhusbands)

#fanfic #wangxian fanfiction #wangxian #the untamed #marvel #tonyrhodey #iron panther #ironfalcon drabble #drabbles #idk #idk what else to tag #im bored #gimme something #fanfic prompt

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gayshippingiselementary-blog · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Dummy (Iron Man movies), Bruce Banner, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Tiberius Stone Additional Tags: Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Tony Stark Has A Heart, James "Rhodey" Rhodes is a Good Bro, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes loves Tony Stark, Awesome Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark Friendship, Tony Wants To Get Married, Romantic Tony Stark, Blushing Tony Stark, Tony Stark-centric, Tony and Rhodey are in LOVE, Ironhusbands Summary:

Tony has dreamed about getting married since he was really young. As he grows up, he realizes how unlikely it is that he'll get a happy ending. Luckily, Rhodey has something to say about that.

#tony stark #tonyxrhodey #tony x rhodey #ironhusbands #iron husbands #james rhodey rhodes #rhodey #tonyrhodey #pepper potts #bruce banner #war machine #iron man #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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trans-tony · 6 years

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Imagine Tonyrhodey

MIT Era

- tony stealing rhodeys school sweaters or afrotc t shirts (and rhodey acting mad about it but fuck does tony look cute)

- rhodey getting back late from rotc and being exhausted but still making the trek down to the labs to go check on tony (who’s probably passed out on a work bench) and bring him food or drag him back to their dorm himself

- tony just inviting himself into rhodeys space at any opportunity. Resting his head on rhodeys shoulder to look at something, tracing his foot up rhodeys leg while they’re at the table, and rhodey almost feels bad for whoever custom designed the decedent mattress on Tony’s side of the dorm because that certainly doesn’t see any use. Not like rhodeys worn, thin mattress w the tony shaped indent.

- rhodey trying out for the football team and tony coming to tryouts to cheer him on. “Y’know cheerleader tryouts are next week” rhodey says when he’s done, glancing at the rest of the teams girlfriends on the sidelines.

“Please, you know I’m only here to steal that jersey you’re gonna get” tony winks and rhodey rolls his eyes, but they both know that tony had the biggest smile while he was cheering and rhodey may or may not have looked up at the stands every now and then to see if someone was watching. “I would look pretty good in that skirt though”

- them watching Saturday morning cartoons together in their underwear, eating cereal out of a pot and mug because tony was on dishes duty last night (why do they even have the chore wheel at this point?)

- rhodey teaching tony how to do laundry n other household things and the two of them being domestic af

- tony and rhodey building bots together, n rhodey filling in gaps in the code that sleep deprived tony missed “you contributed to their dna rhodey, we’re their parents now”

- RHODEY TAKING TONY BACK TO HIS PARENTS PLACE FOR THE HOLIDAYS (ima write a whole thing on this you just wait!!)

- one night theyre working really late in the labs and the minute they decide to take a break n close their eyes “just for a minute” they fall asleep and instinctively cuddle together. The newly built DUM-E drapes a blanket over them, knocking over a water bottle and waking up rhodey (cause lord knows tony could sleep through a hurricane) in the process. Rhodey looks down at tony, who fits so perfectly into his side it’s insane. He rubs his thumb along the red indent on Tony’s fingers from where he’s been gripping a screwdriver too tightly, his lips quirk up fondly as he closes his eyes again and leans more into tony, because this- this concerningly cluttered basement lab, littered with pizza boxes and empty coffee cups, the sound of AC/DC and whirring of quirky robots, this boy with his wild hair and bright eyes and mile-a-minute way of life- is home.

#tonyrhodey #iron husbands #tony stark #james rhodes #marvel #this is probs obvious but i do not actually know how american colleges work so this is based off of movie trope knowledge #also feel free to use any of these as prompts!!!#long post //#fanfic #basically #hcs #mine

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gothamsglam · 3 years

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Can I have Your Name? (a SamBucky ficlet)

for @samshield hope you enjoy 😘

(also on ao3 under @/the_fifth_marauder101)

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“Thanks, can I have your name?” asked Bucky with a charming smile on his face, pulling out a sharpie. However, instead of writing on an empty class as the poor customer thought, he scribbled down “Tony” on one of those ‘Hello, my name is…’ stickers.

“That’s a wonderful name by the way,” Bucky compliments, because fck you Steve, he can be polite.

He fcking told Steve going into customer service was a great idea. Idiot wanted to continue doing door to door shit, or, even worse, mope around forests for wandering travelers. He told him it wasn’t the 1400s anymore, and to grow up. Damn the supernatural council and their ‘hunt in pairs’ rule, he will go rouge and leave Stevie, he will do it.

“I’m this close,” Bucky had hissed, holding his fingers in the air so Stevie could see,

“Your fingers are touching,” Steve deadpanned.

“Exactly.”

The man doesn’t look up from his flurry of typing, “Thank you, it’s a family name.”

“Sure,” Bucky replies quietly “Alright, your order will be right out,” Bucky grinned, replacing his name tag with the new one without looking away from the brown-haired customer. The second the tag sticks to his shirt, he feels a refreshing rush of energy. Kind of like what he imagines those ‘caffeine/sugar rush’ those damn teens keep harping about.

“Thank y—” The customer—Tony—looks up from his phone to flash him a grin, only to have it fall from his face when he sees the name tag.

This was the fun part. Bucky didn’t break eye contact, maintaining it with the same smile, only now he could tell it felt eerie to the human. Like something wasn’t right.

The man’s brown eyes flitted up and down between Bucky’s face and the name tag, before he surged forward, “What di—”

“Have a good day,” Bucky bit out, still keeping the smile and cheery customer service tone. His eyes were blank, he made sure of it. Honestly, this whole song and dance was unnecessary. Stevie usually just wrote the name tags, and then stuck them on as he was making the drinks. Their shop was typically slow enough that there wouldn’t be people behind to question why the tender had a new name. But Bucky loved to fck with humans. What the hell else was he supposed to do? He’s been alive for 70 generations, let him have his fun.

However, today was a bit different. Another two walked into the shop, Bucky didn’t see it as much as he felt it. Bucky kept his back turned, hollering “Welcome to Stars and Stripes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” over his shoulder as he made the three drinks. What asshole ordered three drinks?

Bucky’s question was answered when he saw the two men walk over to Tony’s table. One of them kissed Tony on the cheek and the other just faux-gagged before giving Tony a hug as well. Bucky called out the order, eyes tracking the way Tony mumbled something to the two men and both reacted oddly, as they probably should. Bucky would expect no less.

Apparently, he jinxed himself, because the man who hugged Tony came to pick up the drinks.

“Nice name,” said the man.

“Thanks,” Bucky flashed his uncanny valley smile and offered nothing else. The man winked and then walked back to the table.

Bucky did not look at his ass, he didn’t.

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The next day, the man comes in. Not Tony, but other guy. The cute one.

“Hi my name’s Jacob, how may I help you today?” Bucky asks politely.

The man, to his credit, didn’t bat an eyelash, “Hi I’ll have three—” And he rattled off the same order that Tony had. Bucky resisted the urge to frown, maybe it was just a two-time thing? This group has only come into their shop once before, what are the odds of it happening again, for a third time?

“Perfect,” Bucky slid the receipt across the counter, “Can I have your name?” Bucky asked, as he reached for a pen.

“Nope,” the man replied.

Bucky froze in his moments, “What?”

The man shrugged, face showing nothing but politeness, “I’m the only person in this store, you’ll be able to find me.”

Bucky was stunned as he watched him walk back to the spot the trio was in the other day. As he sat down, the man gave a nod of acknowledgment to Bucky, who was still staring.

His brown—almost hazelnut with the light of the sun—eyes stared into Bucky’s own, and in them all he saw was mischief.

Fck.

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For the next two days, Bucky kept a—subtle, he wasn’t obsessed or anything—watch out for Tony or The Man. And for those two days, he didn’t see hide or hair of them. Bucky figured they must have been college students from nearby campuses, wandering in when Starbucks was too full, which happens often enough. Then on the third day, he returned.

“Hey, Jacob” greeted The Man, his smile so bright—so bright that Nat would have burned like she does under the sun and threaten to bite the man in the jugular. Bucky, who was too gobsmacked to even deliver his customer service opening, stared at him.

“Not Jacob,” Bucky said, his voice strangled.

The Man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the same look from the first day he ordered, “Ok ‘Not Jacob’, may I have—” And repeated the same order from the last two times.

“Um, right, uh” Bucky stammered, face growing hot as The Man raised an eyebrow at him smugly, “Can I have your name?”

“Put Redwing,” The Man said, shrugging. The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a happy smirk—how can a person have a fcking happy smirk?—, not that Bucky was only looking at his lips or anything.

“Redwing?” Bucky asked, stupidly. Because why ask, idiot, why ask for clarification? He read somewhere that the psyche is powerful enough to make the body do things, like fake pregnancies. Whether that’s something only reserved to humans is up for debate, but maybe, if Bucky doesn’t ask and lives in blissful ignorance, he can feed off of a fake name. But no, because he’s a bloody fool, he asked.

“It’s my pet’s name,” The Man answered, then looked tilted his head, giving a sheepish smile, “Or at least, that’s what I want to name a pet, I don’t have one.”

“Right,” Said Bucky, suddenly feeling empty in ways that have nothing to do with hunger, “Your order will be right out.”

Their conversation was longer than normal, so when the man went to sit down, the couple came in moments afterward. All three sat in the same place as before.

‘Oh no,’ Bucky thought in dawning horror, ‘Regulars.’

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“Falcon,” grins The Man, now foregoing any attempts to be subtle and simply being a little shit.

Bucky looked at him, face void of any amusement. At this point, he’s shucked the polite customer service voice and snarked back and forth with the regular like there’s no tomorrow—only in this situation, there is a tomorrow, there always is tomorrow.

Their staring contest probably goes on for a bit too long, judging by the way Tony and his boyfriend—Bucky can feel comfortable calling the two a couple, based on how disgustingly affectionate the two get in the cafe—walk in.

The Man flashed a smile and turned away to greet the couple. An audible ‘Rhodey!’ reached Bucky’s ears. Now, finally, he has a name for one of the dark-skinned men, the one who kissed Tony’s cheek and was currently walking in with said Tony, arm around his shoulders. Only Bucky doesn’t feel that familiar warmth pool in his gut, refreshing his energy levels.

‘Oh,’ Bucky thinks, and watches as the man—his regular—laughs with his friends but also how his eyes flit back to peek at Bucky as names are spoken. ‘oh, loopholes.’

Bucky is so screwed.

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The names his regular gives become increasingly goofy, and Steve teases him about how flirty they get—Bucky absolutely didn’t have a favorite, and it absolutely wasn’t Angel. But Bucky only believed Stevie when he got a number instead of a random moniker.

“What?” Bucky short-circuited.

The man just sighed, “Come on, I gave you my number, work with me here.”

“You finally did it, huh, Sam?” Tony called out from where he was typing away on his computer, which rested on Rhodey’s legs. Rhodey, who was sprawled out in one of their chairs, nudged Tony with his foot, “Shush, let them have this.”

‘Sam,’ Bucky thinks, and all he can come up with in his blue screened mind is, ‘Perfect’.

In his phone, the name Sam’s contact is under is ‘Angel’.

Steve heckles.

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“How did you know, Angel?”

Sam looks at Bucky, and Bucky’s struck into silence, The whole world falls around them in muted sounds and lights fade into balls of blurry color, because as they lock gazes all Bucky can notice is Sam’s eyes. Sam’s eyes—his wonderful, soul-deep eyes that shine with mischief and laughter, that glow so bright and rival the heavens when the sunlight reflects off it just so—are sad.

“My friend,” Sam says quietly, “Riley. He was one of yours.”

Bucky nods, and reaches out with his metal hand—an injury from decades ago and a gift from a shapeshifter who hissed that his debt was repaired before slithering off into the night—pulling Sam closer to him. They watch the sun go down from the top of the roof, the stars revealed one by one, twinkling against the darkness of the dusk.

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(One day, Bucky will ask for Sam’s name again, specifically his last name. Only then, will Sam reply honestly.)

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AN: This is a more bastardized version of faeries/fae, I just made up my own creature for what Bucky and Steve are. Simply because I just wanted to write a little ficlet about SamBucky and didn’t do much research. Don’t think too hard about it :)

(and the link to the Tik Tok I saw on tumblr that inspired this is also linked on my ao3 fic)

Hope you enjoyed!

-vix

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manyoctopodes · 3 years

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I never shared this one here, so maybe I should.

#ironhusbands #tonyrhodey #mcu universe #fanfic

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ironhusband · 4 years

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They were friends in college. Both desperate to find themselves and happy to be away from home but in completely different ways. They were both brilliant, smart, top of their class, with sharp minds, and sharp tongues. They both tried to muffle the other’s laughter with their hands, trying to stop the giggles so they won't get caught after a prank. They were both so young, so full of friendship to give, and want for a place where they fit in. They don’t feel it yet, and they don’t notice it yet.

When Tony and Rhodey part, countries away from each other, they try to pretend they don’t need each other, that this is the part where the dreams they discussed in college come true. They're still friend friends, they still send letters where they don’t say I miss you, they still talk over the phone and hide their longings with a chuckle. Their lives still become divided. Rhodey’s life is filled with planes and the smell of smoke and the feeling of being with friends to try and forget it might be for the last time. Tony’s life is filled with weapons and the sounds of sex and the high he uses to forget how empty he feels. They both feel it, and they don’t notice it yet.

When work pulls them both back together, almost as if it’s meant to be, they both still try to pretend they don’t need each other. They’re both so different now, Sour Patch and Reckless. They’re both broken now too, empty lies and empty life. But when they both help each other back up, it’s impossible not to realize. They’re at their best when they’re together. They’re tired of missing each other. They just want to be home. They both feel it, and they both notice it.

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