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delicatale's journal about Tony finding THAT photo of Steve (you know the one). If you haven't already, check out the whole post because it is about Chris Evans' ridic face. :)
-> Bizarre and very detailed dream last night. Chris Evans was a bicycle courier for the military (??? already WTF brain?) which... his job was not important to the dream story arc so I guess even in my sleeping brain I'm ridic detailed ABOUT THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER. Anyway, so he's in the hospital and his wife dies (never saw her so she was OFFSCREEN CHARACTER DEATH WTF BRAIN AGAIN??) and he goes BANANAS and has this total breakdown and thinks everyone is a robot or alien or something and makes this total SuckerPunch-esque bid for freedom from the hospital which included stabbing himself with an oversized novelty syringe amongst other totally normal things. He had his shirt off a lot so at least my brain did something right.
-> I wasn't replying to comments on my stories on my AO3 which... I don't why? I've always made it a point to try to reply to everything on here and considering it seems most people are reading on there now... I don't know. It's like I was kind of treating the comments the same as the kudos thing which doesn't involve active participation from me and reading them and feeling squishy but not doing anything like y'know, thanking people for taking the time to actually comment which is always super nice. So I'm doing that now because I started feeling bad. I don't know, see above for how rational my brain is.
-> I was starting to feel a little antsy because I was having three different stories actively on the go up until last week when I finished everything I was actually working on and then... nothing. I was starting to believe I'd hit that very same writer's block wall that I'd been dealing with for a while before Avenger's fandom happened but now back to the magical number... 3.foxxcub kicked me back into action with her wonderful, wonderful story that has filled my inbox with super hot sexiness and boy angst (you guys, you are in for a treat when she's ready to post!!) and when I started one story up other ideas occurred to me and it all kind of started flowing again.
-> I need to rec stuff because I've been reading A LOT lately, mostly because I'm trying to be a home body while I save for my trip to Thailand in April. I will see if I can compile a list when I get home for your viewing pleasure.
-> Snagged fromfutureperfect because I am an AU junkie.
delicatale's journal about Tony finding THAT photo of Steve (you know the one). If you haven't already, check out the whole post because it is about Chris Evans' ridic face. :) -> Bizarre and very detailed dream last night. Chris Evans was a bicycle courier for the military (??? already WTF brain?) which... his job was not important to the dream story arc so I guess even in my sleeping brain I'm ridic detailed ABOUT THINGS THAT DON'T MATTER. Anyway, so he's in the hospital and his wife dies (never saw her so she was OFFSCREEN CHARACTER DEATH WTF BRAIN AGAIN??) and he goes BANANAS and has this total breakdown and thinks everyone is a robot or alien or something and makes this total SuckerPunch-esque bid for freedom from the hospital which included stabbing himself with an oversized novelty syringe amongst other totally normal things. He had his shirt off a lot so at least my brain did something right.
-> I wasn't replying to comments on my stories on my AO3 which... I don't why? I've always made it a point to try to reply to everything on here and considering it seems most people are reading on there now... I don't know. It's like I was kind of treating the comments the same as the kudos thing which doesn't involve active participation from me and reading them and feeling squishy but not doing anything like y'know, thanking people for taking the time to actually comment which is always super nice. So I'm doing that now because I started feeling bad. I don't know, see above for how rational my brain is.
-> I was starting to feel a little antsy because I was having three different stories actively on the go up until last week when I finished everything I was actually working on and then... nothing. I was starting to believe I'd hit that very same writer's block wall that I'd been dealing with for a while before Avenger's fandom happened but now back to the magical number... 3.
foxxcub kicked me back into action with her wonderful, wonderful story that has filled my inbox with super hot sexiness and boy angst (you guys, you are in for a treat when she's ready to post!!) and when I started one story up other ideas occurred to me and it all kind of started flowing again.-> I need to rec stuff because I've been reading A LOT lately, mostly because I'm trying to be a home body while I save for my trip to Thailand in April. I will see if I can compile a list when I get home for your viewing pleasure.
-> Snagged from
futureperfect because I am an AU junkie.Give me an AU prompt in the comments and I will plot out for you the fic it evokes in my mind.
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JARVIS tends to overreact about tiny things like fire in the workshop and calls the emergency respondents even though Tony is fine. He's going to just tell JARVIS not to let them in but JARVIS has anticipated this, taken himself offline for routine maintenance and opened all the doors so he's not exactly disobeying a direct order.
A severely beautiful woman in the black uniform of the local private facility appears with a bulky bag over her shoulder and a no-nonsense expression on her face.
"Sir, do you want to tell me what happened?" she asks and even though it's a normal question for one of these guys Tony's sure, he still feels like he should apologize for disturbing her and buy her things until she stops silently judging him.
"It's nothing, I'm fine," Tony tries, which is apparently the completely wrong thing to say because she just rolls her eyes and says, "Let me be the judge of that, Sir," which on paper would be polite but Tony gets the feeling he was just called a dumbass to his face.
"What have we got?" a man appears behind the woman and Tony loses a second to gaping because goddamn. The guy is all broad shoulders, blonde hair and impossible teeth.
"It's fine, my robot put me right out," Tony tries, leaning past the woman because the guy looks a little less like he wants to stab Tony with something.
"Concussion?" the guy asks, raising an eyebrow at his partner.
"No, no," Tony huffs. "My robot put me out." He waves a hand at Dummy and his two well-meaning intruders turn to look. Dummy waves the fire extinguisher at them jauntily.
"Oh, okay," the guy says, slowly turning back around.
"I swear, I'm barely singed and I've got some stuff that'll fix it right up, better than you guys have in your rig anyway," Tony says, paws at his worktable and comes up with an unmarked jar.
"Whatever herbal remedy you think you have-" the woman starts to say with an air of impatience and Tony snorts a laugh.
"Honey, this isn't herbal. This is Stark Burn Salve, developed by my own company." The two of them still look dubious and Tony sighs, puts his un-singed hand to his temple and rubs. "Look, I'm pretty busy, I'll sign whatever you need me to but I'm not coming with you."
"Fine," the woman says, stands and shoulders her bag.
"Look, it'd be better-" the guy starts to say.
"What's your name?" Tony asks and the guy blinks at him.
"Um, Steve."
"Fine, Steve, please, get out of my house," Tony says, but he smiles and Steve rolls his eyes and looks exasperated which shouldn't be so cute.
"Alright," Steve says. "Just... get it checked out properly when you have a chance," he adds, a final plea.
"Whatever," Tony says with a dismissive wave, indulges himself in watching Steve leave because that is one fine ass before he gets back to work and JARVIS's disapproval.
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Steve's by himself when he appears, holding the bulky bag. Tony's busy scowling at the long cut in the mirror with his shirt pulled up akwardly around his upper torso so he doesn't notice until Steve clears his throat.
"Oh, hey, hi," Tony says brightly, sounding like a complete dork. He honestly wants to smack himself with something.
"Natasha wouldn't come down because she said you're just going to kick us out again," Steve says and Tony's pleased that Steve's eyes keep straying to Tony's bared chest.
"Not at all," Tony says. "I actually need your help."
"Great," Steve says, then frowns. "I mean, not great just... you know what I mean," he huffs and his ears go pink and isn't that adorable.
"Yep, I can't reach," Tony says, half-turns to indicate his back.
"Let me get a compress on that and we can head off," Steve offers, starting to un-shoulder the bag and move forward.
"Oh, no, I'm not coming with you, I just need help," he says and the eager look on Steve's face drops off.
"That's a big cut and it looks pretty deep. It's going to need attention."
"So, give it attention," Tony says, hooks the canister with the spray nozzle off his workbench it took him ten minutes to find because his workshop is just a mess and hands it over.
Steve looks at the canister in his hand and then back at Tony, puzzled. "What's this?"
"Better than stitches or glue," Tony says. "Trust me."
"I'm not just spraying something into your wound. It needs to be cleaned and-"
"This does all that," Tony says, waving a dismissive hand. "Believe me, this stuff is excellent."
"Why haven't I heard of it, then?"
"Red tape, patents, no human trails, yada," Tony says. "It's all fine, it's just that we don't know if it's use will cause people to turn into, like, frog monsters in ten years or something."
"That's an actual risk?" Steve asks.
"Who knows?" Tony says, offers his back to Steve. "Just make with the gap fill."
"N-no, I'm not going to do that. I don't know what this stuff is," Steve says, sounding genuinely upset and Tony darts forward, takes the canister out of his hand.
"Look, it's fine, sorry," he says. He moves over to Dummy, removes the fire extinguisher from Dummy's claw and replaces it with the canister. "Dummy can do it, I just would've trusted your aim a little more."
"I'm sorry, it's just... if something happened."
"No, it's really, it's fine," Tony says, could kick himself because asking Steve to do what he did would be like someone asking him to stick a part of unknown origin and make into one of his designs. "I understand."
"Good," Steve says, bobs his head. "So, I can't convince you to come in?"
"Nope," Tony says, grins. "You could come back after your shift and check on me though, check for frog monsters."
"Are you hitting on me?" Steve asks, looking more amused than anything else which Tony takes for a good sign.
"If you have to ask I'm being way too subtle," Tony says with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Hey, we have a real emergency," Natasha yells from the doorway, looking murderous.
"Oh, right, better go," Steve says, hooks a thumb behind himself.
"Later," Tony says, sketches a little wave. He turns back to Dummy he sprays him in the chest. "Um, close," he says.
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"I said no," Tony snaps, pushing his welding goggles up onto the top of his head and leaning sideways to peer at the schematics JARVIS is rotating for a better view.
"But-" JARVIS tries and Tony smacks a hand down on the table.
"Whoever it is, tell them to buzz off JARVIS, just... dammit," Tony says.
There's a definite pause and then JARVIS says, "Yes, sir," in a way that Tony would swear was stiff if he wasn't a complex AI that wasn't actually capable of being offended.
Tony hears phantom footsteps on the stairs to the workshop, remembers his father yelling at the real Jarvis and feels like an ass.
"Look, sorry," Tony says, not letting it worry him about his life choices in the least that he's reduced to apologizing to a computer. "Just, bring up the second layer and enhance three point one would you?"
"Yes sir," JARVIS says, not sounding so stilted and Tony smiles to himself.
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Sorry if i screwed up your comment zen...thingy. You can delete this if you want. But it's *awesome*. :)
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I'm actually writing this outside of a comment now - no zen broken! :D
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I hope there's going to be more, because this sounds great. Steve is adorable and now I can't wait for Tony to get seriously hurt, because I'm a bad person at heart and because seeing Steve worried and caring is such a turn-on.
Also Natasha and Steve are probably a great team - I can't stop imaging them working together and it's, like, all kinds of cool and adorable.
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I'll check out AO3 daily and
Thanks for letting me know!