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One Word Prompt 23: Shelter
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This comm has been a sanctuary during a horrible time, for everyone, so I thought shelter would be a good prompt. Wanna write about Steve/Tony taking shelter from a storm, or being each other's sanctuary? Go crazy :D
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Steve landed on his back, the air driving out of his lungs. For several horrible eternities, he was twelve and struggling to breathe through an attack that the doctors insisted was all in his head, Jimmy Doyle and his cronies laughing above him. He heard the shield hit the pavement and slide away. Rain pelted his face, the drops managing to land exactly on his closed eyes making sparks of light dance behind his eyes.
The rain vanished abruptly, though he could still hear it – pattersmacksmackpattersmack! – against his uniform. He finally managed to get a breath in and cracked his eyes carefully open. For a second, all he could see was the intimately familiar inside of his shield. It took him a second to realize that the hand hooked in one strap was covered in an equally familiar gauntlet.
“Iron Man,” he said. His chest ached faintly, and his head pounded as it soaked up oxygen again. “Thanks.”
“Take a breather, Cap.”
Steve could never quite decide if he liked Tony’s voice better with or without the suit. He didn’t sound like Tony in the suit, but he did sound like Iron Man, and Steve had known Iron Man longer. Steve reached up and put a hand on the warm gauntlet. He heard the faint sound of motors working as Iron Man turned his head to look over the shield.
“You okay?” Iron Man asked.
“Peachy,” Steve reassured him. He brought the other hand up to wrap around Iron Man’s arm. Iron Man obligingly pulled him up to his feet, and Steve’s stomach dropped like being on a roller coaster. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of being hauled around by Iron Man. Considering the ghost of Jimmy Doyle’s laughter, it probably shouldn’t be so exciting that Iron Man could push him around, but Steve had long ago resigned himself to not understanding his own quirks.
As soon as he was on his feet, he found himself missing the shelter of Tony leaning over him.
Iron Man tossed him the shield. “Want to try again?”
Catching it automatically, Steve slid his arm in the strap and nodded. “One more time.”
“That’s what you said the last fifteen times,” Iron Man laughed, but he lifted off from the ground and flew up into the rain, ready for another pass.
When Steve ended up on his back for the sixteenth time, he decided to wait for Tony to stop the rain again before getting up.
Aww! Very sweet!!
Ahhh I love it. I love the idea of Tony using the shield to cover Steve from the rain, and I love the fact that Steve seems to like to see Tony using the shield too. This is so sweet :)
Thiiiis, exactly this! Love this little fic. :)
I swear I'm actually working on that WIP that I keep say I'm writing. This is just a break :D
To say that Tony was used to being in the public eye was a bit of an understatement. Still, that didn't mean that he enjoyed talking to the media.
It had been a long day already and the press conference was coming in the wake of a less than stellar performance of saving New York City again. The collateral damage had been signficant and, to make matters worse, the tech that this villain of the week had used was obviously made from scrapped together stolen tech from Stark Industries.
Tony was really going to have to look into how his R&D department was disposing of failed materials.
"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!" One reporter called out from the crowd, "Some are saying that the weapons used during today's attack were directly produced by SI. This isn't the first time that the products you've claimed you've invented to protect Americans have been used to take American lives. Any comment as to when you'll actually resign as the Merchant of Death?"
Bile rose in Tony's throat as he smiled back casually at the reporter and all her bloodthirsty comrades. A headache from the head injury he sustained during battle throbbed between his temples and Tony had to resist the urge to rub it away. He'd never admit it out loud to these people, but the reporter wasn't wrong. He'd never be able to escape his old moniker.
Tony opened his mouth to deflect with an easy one liner that would no doubt be analyzed all through tomorrow's news. Before he could reply, however, a large hand reached out to gently remove the microphone from in front of him.
"I think Iron Man has proved enough that his number one goal is to protect and serve not only the American people, but all those who are being victimized across the world," Steve stated firmly into the microphone.
"Even bandages can become nooses in the wrong hands. Flowers can be turned into poison. There are always going to be nefarious individuals both in this world and others that will stop at nothing to create death and destruction from even the most innocuous of materials. The weapons used today were cobbled together using stolen materials. Tony Stark is a good man and he works tirelessly to make this world a safer place. I trust him with my life. Anyone who feels differently about him will have to deal with me."
Steve continued accepting questions from the crowd of reporters, but now Tony was too distracted to pay attention. He watched Steve with a quizical gaze, cocking his head to the side. This was certainly an interesting development.
Months later, it was Steve harrassing Tony after a mission as the team trudged back through the rainforest toward the quinjet.
"You put yourself in danger!" Steve repeated for probably the milionth time. "Clint had the shot! I'm telling you that you need to stop taking such unnecessary risks!"
They had already been arguing for the last ten minutes, but apparently Steve thought that if he just kept repeating his point that Tony would eventually agree with him. Good thing Tony was just as stubborn.
"And I'm telling you that my way was more efficient! God, Steve! We could still be out there right now if it weren't for me! Lives could have been lost! We had no way of being sure that a single shot would take him down!"
"Your life could have been lost," Steve bit back.
Just then, the sky opened and a heavy rain beat down on the weary superheroes. Tony had been carrying the suit's helmet under his arm since it had been damaged beyond use during his heroic, and admittedly somewhat brash, moment earlier.
Tony sighed and pushed his wet bangs out of his eyes, slicking them back against the rest of his now sopping hair and wiping the water that had drained into his eyes away. When his hand lifted, Tony was surprised to find that the rain was no longer beating down on him.
That wasn't right. It was obviously still raining.
Tony looked up and saw the concave surface of a familiar metal disc being held over his head. Steve stared resolutely ahead, his arm never faltering as he held his shield over Tony.
"Could you please, just try to be more careful?" Steve continued as if nothing had happened.
The next instance was during the bleakest of moments. Of course it had to be Hydra. Somehow the nazis had managed to separate the Avengers from one another when they attacked them during a gala when the heroes were mostly unarmed.
Tony wasn't sure how they were going to pull this one off, but he did know that he needed to find Steve. He also needed to find his coat where his backup suit summoner was hidden tucked away in a hidden pocket, but step one was finding Steve.
Tony peeked around the corner of a hallway. Not seeing anyone, he jogged to the other end. Apparently that was the wrong choice, because just as he reached the other end, the clomping of several pairs of boots could be heard coming from the intersecting corridor.
Turning sharply on his heel, Tony took off in a sprint back the way he came. He made it about halfway back before he was caught sharply by his belt and dragged backwards into a dark room.
The unmistakable form of Steve crowded Tony back into a corner. A corner blessedly filled with coats. They both held their breaths as the sound of boots tromped right past them and down the way Tony had been headed before he was intercepted.
"You okay?" Steve whispered.
"I'm good!" Tony replied quickly. "Is this the coat check? We just need to find mine and I can have the suit here in two minutes flat."
Steve with his super soldier night vision found Tony's coat in the darkness first. As Tony fumbled through the pockets, Steve leaned in and huffed into his ear with a grin, "Helluva first date, huh?"
Tony snorted softly before answering, "What did we expect?"
Overall, it had taken time for them to get where they were. Tony never had been nor would be ever be some sort of wilting daisy. He had proved time and time again the he could fight alongside gods and super humans. He had built a business empire. Hell, Tony had even flown a nuke through a wormhole.
No, Tony didn't need to be sheltered. Maybe that was the difference, Tony thought as he and his boyfriend kissed gently in the comfort of what had no so long ago become "their bed." Tony hummed into the kiss and Steve took that as a invitation to roll Tony underneath him.
Bracketed by Steve's huge arms and firmly pinned beneath his muscular body, Tony found refuge. It wasn't that Tony needed to be protected, but that Steve gave it freely. It was that Tony protected Steve in the same way. Not out of pity, but out of respect and love.
There, admist the storm of their lives, they were each others' shelter.
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Let me be your shelter/ Let me be your light/ You're safe, no one will find you/ Your fears are far behind you
!!! This is lovely! I love that Steve get's fed up with reporters, it's so perfect, and that whole tirade about Tony being a good man and that "anyone who feels differently about him will have to deal with me" line! Yes perfect Steve. And the bickering in the rain with Steve covering Tony reminded me of that cute comic, it was so sweet and I can see it happening so easily. I really liked it, specially the ending, the "they were each others shelter" it's such a great way of putting their relationship.