TITLE:
Bits and Pieces I
Iron
Man (movie)
AUTHOR:
Macx
RATING:
PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the
characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s
Note):
English is not my first language; it’s
German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them
and you might win a prize <g> The spell-checker said
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It
was rare that Tony Stark got up early enough to enjoy a run with Steve Rogers.
But miracles happened and whenever they did, Steve felt a little curl of
happiness. While they didn’t talk while they ran, the simple presence of his
partner next to him, doing the same rounds, had something… warm to it.
Steve
rarely broke into much of a sweat over the distance he ran, and he usually ran
it quite fast. Super-Soldier enhanced stamina.
Tony
on the other hand was only human, though an Extremis-enhanced one. He was fit,
no doubt about it. Steve knew that the man somehow managed to put in gym hours,
training sessions, and jogs, while his schedule was overflowing with all kinds
of other mundane things like business meetings, presentations and more. How
Tony lived within a twenty-four hour day and managed to grab at least a few
hours of sleep mostly evaded him.
Ever
since they had gotten together and their relationship had deepened, Steve had
made sure his partner got more rest than he actually did. He collaborated with
Pepper,
Tony
was also a perfectionist, so if Steve ran faster, so did he, no matter their
differences. Resilience through Extremis was only so much compared to the original
Super-Soldier. The reprogrammed Extremis virus had followed Tony’s
specifications. He had wanted a better suit interface, more agility, a lighter
though better armor, but he had never specified stamina. Of course he had it.
None of the Avengers was unfit, but running like this… it was something only
Steve was made for.
So
“You
don’t have to make it that obvious,” Tony muttered, voice muffled by his towel.
“Make
what obvious?” Steve asked.
“That
you’re pacing yourself. That this isn’t your normal speed.
That I’m slowing you down,” Stark groused.
“Tony,
you’re not slowing me down.”
“This
is like power-walking to you,” the other man accused. “You’re normally into
your third round by now.”
“How
would you know?”
Tony
tapped his head. “Math. I know how long it takes for
you on solitary runs. I know how long we just took. You’re pacing yourself.”
“I’m
enjoying myself,” Steve corrected. “I like us running together.”
Tony’s
eyes narrowed suspiciously, as if he thought Steve was humoring him.
“Okay,”
he finally said, but he didn’t sound convinced.
Steve
was tempted to pull him into a brief kiss, reassure his lover that he wasn’t
humoring him, wasn’t belittling his physical condition, and that Tony wasn’t a
block of concrete that slowed Captain
Tony
was no one’s block of concrete. He was valued and valuable. Steve just had to
get it into that thick head. It would take. They had been together for just a
few months now and the time before that had been difficult enough when it came
to dealing with Tony’s self-consciousness. As much as the man was a player, a
sophisticated businessman, a ruthless business partner, and was called a
playboy, womanizer and more, he really had a problem when it came to his
comparison to people like the Avengers.
It
would change. Steve would see to it.
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TITLE:
Bits and Pieces II
Iron
Man (movie)
AUTHOR:
Macx
RATING:
PG-13 to R-ish
DISCLAIMER: None of the
characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s
Note):
English is not my first language; it’s
German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them
and you might win a prize <g> The spell-checker said
everything's okay, but
you know how trustworthy those thingies are....
FEEDBACK:
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“Why
do you still have your own place?”
The
question seemed to echo in the spacious loft. There was hardly any furniture to
swallow the sound and the wooden floor didn’t help either. All in all the loft looked very rustic and it had its charm. The
hardwood floors with the two places that creaked when you stepped on them wrong;
the brick walls with the warm reddish hue; the iron poles bolted to the floor
and the ceiling where Steve hung up his jacket, parts of his bike, or the bike;
the high ceiling with its open steel framework; and the high windows that were
almost semi-smeared
Tony
liked the place, despite the coolness. It was in the middle of
Steve
had hung up a few pictures, there was a fluffy rug where the couch area
sprawled over an expanse of floor, and the huge plasma screen dominated one
wall.
Still…
it was empty.
Steve
had been searching through the open-kitchen fridge and now looked up, a
slightly startled look on his face. He was holding a plastic bottle of fruit
juice in his hands.
“What?”
he asked.
“You
have your own place,” Tony repeated. “But you’re barely home. You’re either out
fighting crime, sitting through Fury’s meetings, or we’re at my place.”
Tony
pointedly raised dark eyebrows. Steve shrugged and closed the fridge. Tony
waited, watching his friend, partner and lover.
“My
place is big enough,” he finally prompted.
Steve shrugged again, strangely silent.
“Steve?”
he queried.
“It
might not work out.”
“What?”
“Us. Both of us in the same
place, twenty-four seven.”
Tony
frowned. “It’s not like I’ve a one-bedroom place,” he pointed out. “It’s not
exactly crowded.”
That
was slightly understated. Tony’s place was big enough that the whole Avengers
team could get lost in it, separately, and probably had in Peter’s case since
Parker claimed it already.
“I
know,” Steve only replied.
Silence
again.
“I
like this place, Tony,” Steve finally said, still not really looking at him.
“And… I know your place is big, but we’re together almost every day, every
hour, fighting, on missions, relaxing afterwards… it might get crowded anyway.”
Tony
frowned, the shook his head with a smile. “I doubt we could really crowd each
other, Steve. You can retreat wherever you want to, and so can I. I know I’m
not the easiest person to live with, but I thought you might enjoy not having
to commute every day.”
“It’s
not every day!”
Tony
felt something warm curl in his stomach and he stepped up to the kitchen island
that separated the open kitchen from the massive living area beyond.
“So
do I,” he said seriously. “I like being with you,
having you around, even if it’s just for a good morning kiss or a hello at
night. We both have our lives outside the Avengers, but that’s a part I want to
share with you, too.”
He
was still the CEO of a very successful and internationally known company. He
spent days wrapped up in Stark Industries matters. He would fly around the
world, have a week here, a few days there, and then he would be back in
But
Steve wasn’t ‘regular’ either.
For
all their turbulent lives and different obligations, they fit. And Tony wanted
to have more of his lover than post-mission nights or the odd weekend.
“Steve?”
he prompted.
“I
could move some stuff,” Steve said. “I mean, my
clothes and things. And some books.” He hesitated. “But Nick’s paying for the
place, so… I mean, I can keep it. No money lost.”
Tony
chuckled. “So you just don’t want Nick to know you’re moving in with me?”
“No!”
Steve blurted. “I mean, he knows. They know about us. It’s no secret. At least for the team and Nick and some others. And I
wouldn’t hide that from him. It’s just that you don’t have to worry about this
coming out of my own pocket, and you don’t have to pay for it either.”
Tony
walked around the kitchen island and pushed Steve against the huge fridge, lips
colliding, kissing him hard just to stop him from babbling more. Steve was only
momentarily stunned, then he answered the kiss, though
he prompted it to turn into something softer, more loving than dominating.
“I
get the point,” Tony murmured when they parted. “And I’m not worried about you
going bankrupt over paying the rent. It’s Fury’s problem. This isn’t about the
secrecy part either. It’s about convenience. You’re halfway across town.”
“You
have a car.”
“And
a bike, and a chauffeur, and a flying armor. That’s not the point!” Tony blew
out a breath. “I just… like having you around.”
Steve
regarded him quizzically. “I’m always there, Tony.”
“Until you’re not. I know that
we need our space. I have my workshop and you have…” He waved a hand. “The
training rooms and the whole damn
Steve
reached out and curled a hand around Tony’s neck, gently trailing his fingers
along the warm skin and into the short, dark hair.
“No,
I don’t,” he finally conceded. “But it’s nice to know there is such a place.”
“So
you want to keep it.”
“So
I want to keep it. But I want to move my clothes. I think your wardrobe could
house a small army, so there’s place for me.”
“You
are a small army, Cap,” Tony teased, enjoying the tender ministrations.
“But
I have a lot less clothes.”
“I
like you with less clothes,” Tony purred seductively.
Steve
gave a snort of amusement. “You would. And you always get side-tracked into
that one thing by the most innocent of remarks.”
“Can
I help it that you are so immensely sexy?” Tony slipped his arms around the
broader man’s waist, turning his head to kiss Steve’s wrist of the hand cupping
his neck. “Because you are,” he continued throatily. “Very. And
desirable.”
“Now
I know why you want me there,” Steve replied, voice just as husky.
“Only
figure that out now?”
“You’re
distracting.”
“Which is good.”
“Depends on the situation.”
“Like
now?”
Tony
nuzzled a patch of warm skin.
“Now’s
good,” Steve breathed.
“Farewell
sex in your bed?”
“We
could always call this our little hideaway.”
Tony
laughed against Steve’s shoulder, tightening his hold. “Our
love shack?”
Steve
echoed the laughter. “Love loft?”
Tony
caught his lips and thoroughly explored his mouth. “Forget the names,” he
insisted when they came up for air. “Bedroom. Now.”
Steve
could only agree.
Clothes
were shed as they stumbled into the bedroom, but instead of ending the spur of
arousal and need in a frenzy of movement, Tony slowed down, calming their
encounter. Steve ran his hands up the naked back of the slender man above him,
let him set the pace. He could do fast and furious and hard and hungry, but he
enjoyed soft and slow and teasing, too. This would be one of the slower paces,
and he drew his blunt nails over Tony’s sides, making the other man groan into
his mouth. Steve bit into one shoulder, Tony sliding hard against him with a
strangled gasp, and he chuckled.
Teasing, too. He loved to
tease.
Tony’s
eyes had gone darker and he licked over his lips, making Steve shiver.
“Move
in with me?” Stark wanted to know, grinding against him.
“Keeping
this,” he answered, surging up, wanting more.
“Whatever.
Just… please?”
“Please?”
Steve flicked a thumb over one hard nipple.
“Gawd, you’re worse than me…”
“Nobody’s
worse than you.”
“Flattery
won’t get me to drop it,” was the slightly uneven reply.
Steve
flipped them smoothly around, using his greater mass and agility to pin the
other man beneath him. Tony gazed up at him, the picture of sex and need and
want, but there was an intense light in his eyes.
“I
won’t crowd your clothes,” he murmured into an ear, biting the lobe gently.
“And
here I was ready to extend the wardrobe.”
“Don’t.”
“Too bad.”
Steve
started to move against his lover once more, the friction wanted and needed.
Tony closed his eyes, head thrown back, and he was breathing harder now. Steve
couldn’t but lick along the exposed column of flesh, rhythm staggering a bit as
Tony surged up. Release was surprisingly fast and Steve buried his face against
the hot neck, exhaling sharply as Tony rode out the last moments, twitching
against him.
“Sticky,” came the muffled complaint.
Steve
grinned. “Deal with it.”
Tony
groaned.
“Sex
comes with icky body fluids, Mr. Stark,” Steve added while caressing his
lover’s side in a comforting manner.
“Been reading the biology class book again?”
“Don’t
need one. Got you.”
It
got him a chuckle. “So when are you moving?”
Steve
rolled his eyes. “You’re persistent.”
“One of my best traits.”
“Not
according to Pepper. She calls you a nuisance.”
“I’m
not sleeping with her.”
Steve
blinked, then looked into the laughing eyes.
“She
gets to call me all kinds of things,” Tony clarified. “Boss-assistant
kind of thing.”
“I’d
call it a Pepper Potts things.”
“Huh.
Tomorrow?”
One
thing about Tony Stark, you had to be on your toes. The conversation was
running on two tracks at the moment and Steve wasn’t sure he would be able to
keep up in his post-sex state.
“I’ll
call the movers, too,” Tony added mischievously.
He
sighed. “I can bring over my clothes just fine. Tomorrow,” he added.
“Cool.”
Tony
grabbed a corner of the cover and wiped at the mess on his belly, then tried to
clean up Steve as much as possible. They lay together after that, both relaxed,
Tony running his fingers along Steve’s ribs. He didn’t try to arouse, was
simply playful. Steve’s fingers were in the dark hair, letting the black strands
slide through his fingers. The thought of officially moving in with Tony was
scary and warming in one. All his friends knew about their relationship, so it
was just a natural step, but still… it was a step. It was a little change that
could lead to much bigger ones.
Steve
felt good with Tony. He wanted to be with him. Really living with him wasn’t so
much different than from what they had had the whole time, just… more official.
He already had clothes in his wardrobe, laundry in the hamper and personal belongings
scattering throughout the
“Thinking,”
Tony complained in a sleepy voice, drifting off at his side.
“I
usually do.”
“Loudly.”
“Never as loudly as you.”
It
got him a soft chuckle. “No big brain jokes.”
“I
like your brain.”
“Ew.”
Steve
played with the dark hair, listening to Tony nod off.
Moving
in for real wouldn’t be bad because he was already there. He hadn’t lied when
he had said that he loved his loft, but Tony’s place had… well, Tony. Big plus. Very big plus.
Smiling
to himself, Steve let himself drift off.
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TITLE:
Bits and Pieces III
Iron
Man (movie)
AUTHOR:
Macx
RATING:
PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the
characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s
Note):
English is not my first language; it’s
German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them
and you might win a prize <g> The spell-checker said
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The
storm had hit them unexpected. The weather forecast had mentioned some snow,
but no one would have believed that the little bad weather front that had
approached the east coast would turn into this. Snow was piling up outside the
window, making the streets impassable, and whoever was braving the hazardous
conditions outside had to be very desperate. Roads had been closed, the
National Guard had been dispatched to help in the areas of the most need, and
airports were closed until further notice.
Steve
Rogers sat in the warm and cozy living room of the old
So
for now he enjoyed a good book, as well as the company of his partner.
Tony
Stark, owner of the townhouse, industrialist billionaire genius, had spent the
past hour talking to Pepper via the Extremis. He had finally settled down and had
flipped through a science paper, but that had been abandoned for the much more
interesting task of tinkering with the Iron Man armor.
Steve
glanced over at his lover and smiled a little. Tony had slipped on the gauntlet
and was doing something or other to it with a tool that Steve would have called
a screw driver, but which was possibly something very complicated,
sophisticated and as far from being a screw driver as a house fly was from a
bird of prey. The repulsor was glowing softly, then shut down. Tony frowned a little and kept on working
with the tool. He wriggled his fingers and turned his wrist, then continued to
improve what needed to be improved.
Steve
smiled more. Watching Tony work was… calming. Soothing.
It was so normal and it was so much part of the man. Tony could absorb himself
in a task. He could be so completely part of the project, you could detonate a
bomb and he wouldn’t hear it.
Tony
could be intensely focused, which was scary if you were the object of
attention. At least when it was in a rather bad way.
Steve didn’t complain being in that focus when it came to amazing sex.
On
the TV the images shifted from the outskirts of
Tony
gave a grunt that heralded success with whatever he had been trying to work
out. Steve looked at him again, grinning at how happy his lover looked. Tony
undid the gauntlet clasps and placed it onto the desk. He suddenly raised his
eyes and looked into the smiling ones of Steve.
“What?
Something happen?” he asked, sounding a bit distracted.
“No,
nothing,” Steve answered.
Tony
would have heard if something had occurred that needed their attention. The
Extremis took care of that. Tony was constantly logged in and he was probably
keeping track of police band, SHIELD frequencies and general news.
“Weather’s
not letting up,” Stark only shrugged. “We’ll be stuck here for a while.”
“Looks
like it.”
Steve
glanced at the book he had started. He didn’t know when it had been the last
time that he had managed to just let himself get
absorbed in something like this. Usually a mission or something similar came
up. Despite the weather it was really nice to be stuck here.
“We’ve
got food for about two weeks,” Tony went on, grinning. “And
running water, so far. If that freezes, we have to melt snow.”
“Fine by me.” Roughing it
wasn’t new to Steve. He had lived most of his life as Captain
“I
knew it would.” Tony smiled. He picked up a piece of the armor and regarded it
critically, then placed it back onto the table. Instead he turned to the jet
boots.
Steve
went back to his book, the reassuring and familiar sounds of Tony’s work
lulling him into a sense of security like he hadn’t had before… before waking
up in this new age and befriending Tony Stark.
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It
was when night fell and turned everything outside into a dark and stormy
nightmare that both men sat down together in front of the TV, having sandwiches
Steve made, and split a large bag of Lays and a six-pack of beer between them.
The TV was still running storm warnings and showed scenes people in their
snowed-in houses or cars, getting help from the National Guard. Everything was
as much under control as it could be.
“Want
to go out there and help?” Tony asked casually.
Steve
struggled with the decision. On one hand he was Captain
“We’re
not needed. They would call SHIELD if we are,” Steve decided.
“True.”
“Do
you want to go?”
“Hm, let me think. Trade a warm and cozy place for the
freezing cold outside to hand out soup and defrost driveways, cut down trees
and lug around crushed cars?”
Steve
smiled. “I take it that’s a no.”
“It
is.” Tony regarded him closely. “But you want to.”
“I
said I don’t.”
“But
saying and meaning it… You want to go,” Tony insisted.
He
sighed explosively. There was really nothing he could do; not really. He didn’t
have a snowmobile, or a snow plough, and he didn’t think he was needed for
handing out blankets and soup. Still… just sitting there, watching… it wasn’t
his style.
Tony
shut down his tools and got up, raising his eyebrows. Steve blinked.
“You
coming?” Stark asked casually.
“Tony…”
“I
know what I said,” Tony interrupted him. “And it’s really not my favorite past
time, but hey… anything to fight the boredom. And I know I couldn’t get you to
have hot, sweaty sex with me when your mind’s on all of that out there.” He
made a gesture at the windows and the world outside.
The mention of hot sweaty sex had Steve feel a
tingle of anticipation, but he squelched it. It didn’t help, though, that Tony
was already undressing, that the underarmor was
flowing over his naked skin, molding to every crease and curve. The arc reactor
glowed softly in the middle of the special underarmor
mesh and Steve smiled briefly. Then the armor attached itself to the smooth
form and Iron Man was looking at him.
“Slow
dresser,” the metallic voice teased.
“Show
off,” Steve replied and went to get his costume.
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They
were off no five minutes later. The snow was heavier outside than it had looked
and piling up against the houses. Steve let Tony carry him to the first hot
spot where help was needed lifting downed power lines off the ground.
It
was cold, but Steve didn’t really feel it. His costume was insulated and the
cold biting into his exposed face was bearable. Iron Man was insulated, too,
and he had internal heating, Tony had once explained. Repulsor
blasts flashed through the murkiness, brightening the white snow even more.
Steve
smiled to himself.
It
felt good to work like that, to work with Tony, and for once there was no supervillain out to get them.