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Kink: Erstes Mal (fürs Team)
Team: Novalis
Fandom: The Avengers
Charaktere: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Challenge: Kink: Erstes Mal
Wörter: ~1600
Vorwort: Uhm ja - Endkampf. Einzige Entschuldigung, die ich noch habe. xD
"You never listen to me!"
"What do you want?" Tony hissed. "My 'reckless' behavior saved some asses today! Including yours!"
"That's so not the point."
"Not the point? Not the…?!" Tony sputters. "Please, enlighten me, oh Captain, my Captain. What IS the point? Obviously I' missing something here. That or we have read two wildly divergent descriptions of the job."
"The point is that you almost died, Tony. Again!" Steve yells and instantly flinches at his own volume.
He's so exhausted.
He's beyond exhausted and maybe right now isn't the right time to discuss something like that. Not when Tony is so battered and bruised and looks ready to keel over any second now. And not when Steve himself can't get the pictures out of his head.
He shouldn't have asked Tony to his room after the mission. He should've waited until tomorrow at least.
"You need to stop jumping in front of us every time," he says tiredly. "We're a team, okay? We're not incapable of defending ourselves and you're not our safety air bag whenever something explodes."
Tony sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
The moonlight that shines through the window in Steve's room makes him look pale and washed out and his dark hair and eyes stand out in bright contrast to his skin.
"Okay. Whatever," he says eventually.
"Tony…"
"Yeah. Yeah. Don't make a big deal out of it. I already said 'okay'."
"I'm making a big deal out of it, because it is one!"
Steve is about to remind Tony again how he almost fucking DIED, but he doesn’t get around to it, because Tony has discovered the sketchbook that still lies open on the table.
He must forgotten to put it away when the emergency call came in.
“Did you draw these?” Tony asks, in an obvious attempt to divert attention from issue at hand. A talent Tony is particularly skillful at.
“Yes”, Steve grits out. “Tony…”
“These are really good.”
Tony flips through the pages, hesitantly at first, then increasingly more interested.
"Thanks. I…"
“That’s an awful lot of Natasha.” He throws Steve an amused glance and Steve tries hard not to blush.
“I asked her”, he says stiffly.
“I never doubted it, Boy Scout.” Tony smirks when he says it, but afterwards he's strangely quiet, his look intense and focused.
Steve wants to say something, but pauses before he even begins. Instead he watches Tony watching Natasha. Or rather watching the sketches he drew of her.
He drew Natasha first. Maybe because she was the first other Avenger he met or maybe because she’s one of the most stunning women he ever met.
He finds women easier to draw than men in general, their lines are so much softer, and he always found Natasha particularly easy and enjoyable to draw. He remembers being enthralled by the curves of her lower lip and the lines of her cheeks and her neck and drawing them over and over again. There are a lot of detail sketches of Natasha’s mouth, because Steve never really got the way her lips curled when she was about to smirk right.
Tony traces the lines of her mouth with a fingertip and there’s something amused and almost gentle in his face.
There has always been some kind of easy camaraderie between Tony and Natasha; a certain familiarity with each other that, that resulted from their shared character traits, Steve had assumed.
Now he thinks there might be a different reason.
He knows Natasha has been there at one of the lowest points in Tony's life, before the Avengers have even been formed. Neither of the two ever talks about it, but sometimes Steve gets little glimpses of it, like now.
There was a look in her eye today when Tony jumped in front of her, that was almost resigned as if she had expected nothing less from him. Resigned and a little bit guilty, as if she hadn't been able to stop him before and just knew she wouldn't be able to stop him now.
“And who do we have here? It’s our local god and crown prince. Wow, you really dig the hair, don’t you?”
“I don’t ‘dig’…!”
With an airy gesture Tony waves his objection away. “It’s fine. We all dig the hair. Oh wow. You really could crack nuts on his six-pack, or rather… twelve pack, I guess.”
“I was practicing anatomical studies.”
“Sure you were.” Tony drawls.
Steve snorts and tries not to smile at Tony's antics.
Okay, yes, he had started drawing Thor, mainly because he was so fascinated by his hair and clothes. Also there’s some kind of surreal larger-than-life quality about him that Steve was never really able to put down on paper, no matter how hard he tried.
There are also some sketches of Clint during training, all sharp eyes and tense muscles and a lot of movement. Steve has always been intrigued by his intense focus.
Later there are more sketches of Clint actually laughing instead of frowning, but that was when Steve got to know him better and had realized that beneath the sharp eyes and even sharper tongue hid a pretty decent guy.
He drew some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, too, mostly Coulson and Maria Hill, because these were the two he had the most contact with. There are also some sketches of Fury himself and then some of Thor’s friends. Steve had met them briefly in the main quarters - Dr. Foster and her assistant with the glasses and the wide grin. Darcy.
Tony doesn’t seem to know them. He frowns questioningly, so Steve adds: “That’s uh Jane. Dr. Foster. She’s a scientist and a friend of Thor’s.”
“Ah. I think I read one of her articles on particle physics”, Tony comments absentmindedly. “Pretty interesting work for such a boring topic. I think she made Star Trek-references.”
“She’s, well, she seems very dedicated to her work”, Steve says.
“You mean she’s a total science geek.” Steve isn’t sure what that means, but Tony grins in a way that is almost approving, so it seems to be some weird sort of compliment.
The grin vanishes though as soon Tony catches sight of the most recent sketches Steve did. He raises his eyebrows and throws him an unreadable look.
“You like the suit?”
Steve nods, feeling parts awkward and parts inexplicable guilty.
He has drawn Iron Man’s suit and parts of the suit more than a dozen times. The arc reactor. The different designs. The sleek outlines.
He… he has never drawn Tony himself though.
It's not that he hasn't tried.
But something about Tony is almost impossible to draw from memory. Maybe because his face is changing all the time or maybe because he's constantly on the move, gesturing, mimicking, talking, looking. He has all these tiny little quirks and ticks that are so utterly and completely Tony, like the way he lowers his head right after he has made a particularly stupid joke and waits for people to call him on it or the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when somebody says something unexpectedly nice to him.
It's not as if Steve is excessively watching him. Except that maybe he is.
“I…” He pauses and tries to think if apologizing is going to make it actually more awkward. “I wanted to… You would've been next…”
“Yeah, well. Whatever.” Tony clears his throat. “These are…not half bad actually. You missed some of the details here and…here, but the proportions are pretty accurate.”
“Well, you keep changing the details almost daily. It’s hard to keep up with all your ‘updates’.”
“You keep track of my changes?” Tony smirks. “I knew you care.”
"I do", Steve says softly, because it's true, and there's a moment again.
One of those moments where Tony looks unguarded for a second, almost surprised and a little bit overwhelmed.
Usually it never lasts long though.
"Could I… would you let me draw you?" Steve asks impulsively, before Tony can vanish again behind smarmy smiles and dirty jokes and slow drawls.
"Like one of your French girls?" Tony replies instantly.
Steve is pretty sure this is some kind of obscure pop culture reference he doesn't get, so he just looks at him.
"Sure. I mean, obviously I'm ridiculously good looking, so who wouldn't want to draw me, right?" Tony rambles. "I would totally draw me. Don't go all Picasso on me and give me three eyes and a tit, okay?"
"That's not really my style."
"So you mean…right here? Now?" Tony looks around almost self-consciously. "I don't know. I'm not exactly being my usual dashing self right now…"
His face is bruised and his hair is a mess, but to Steve he looks pretty much perfect.
And suddenly he realizes he wants his first time drawing Tony… being different. Not when Tony is trying his hardest to be a pompous ass, but when he looks…honest. There's something so intrinsically vulnerable and open about those bruises.
Also they're a part of who Tony really is.
Somebody who's reckless and stubborn and never listens, but also someone who jumps in front of his friends to safe them again and again.
Right now, Steve thinks, right now he might actually be able to draw Tony.
"You look fine," he tells him honestly. "But we can do it tomorrow if you'd like."
"You're angry at me," Tony says somewhat at random.
Only it's not random at all, because it's Tony.
"I'm not," Steve says and realizes it's true.
Tony looks at him.
"I guess, you can't draw a dozen pictures of me when I'm too banged up to recognize," he finally allows.
It's not what any of this is about, but it makes Steve smile nevertheless.
"No. Guess, I can't."
"Wouldn't want to ruin my natural charms and beauty."
"Go to sleep, Tony."
Fandom: The Avengers
Charaktere: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Challenge: Kink: Erstes Mal
Wörter: ~1600
Vorwort: Uhm ja - Endkampf. Einzige Entschuldigung, die ich noch habe. xD
"You never listen to me!"
"What do you want?" Tony hissed. "My 'reckless' behavior saved some asses today! Including yours!"
"That's so not the point."
"Not the point? Not the…?!" Tony sputters. "Please, enlighten me, oh Captain, my Captain. What IS the point? Obviously I' missing something here. That or we have read two wildly divergent descriptions of the job."
"The point is that you almost died, Tony. Again!" Steve yells and instantly flinches at his own volume.
He's so exhausted.
He's beyond exhausted and maybe right now isn't the right time to discuss something like that. Not when Tony is so battered and bruised and looks ready to keel over any second now. And not when Steve himself can't get the pictures out of his head.
He shouldn't have asked Tony to his room after the mission. He should've waited until tomorrow at least.
"You need to stop jumping in front of us every time," he says tiredly. "We're a team, okay? We're not incapable of defending ourselves and you're not our safety air bag whenever something explodes."
Tony sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
The moonlight that shines through the window in Steve's room makes him look pale and washed out and his dark hair and eyes stand out in bright contrast to his skin.
"Okay. Whatever," he says eventually.
"Tony…"
"Yeah. Yeah. Don't make a big deal out of it. I already said 'okay'."
"I'm making a big deal out of it, because it is one!"
Steve is about to remind Tony again how he almost fucking DIED, but he doesn’t get around to it, because Tony has discovered the sketchbook that still lies open on the table.
He must forgotten to put it away when the emergency call came in.
“Did you draw these?” Tony asks, in an obvious attempt to divert attention from issue at hand. A talent Tony is particularly skillful at.
“Yes”, Steve grits out. “Tony…”
“These are really good.”
Tony flips through the pages, hesitantly at first, then increasingly more interested.
"Thanks. I…"
“That’s an awful lot of Natasha.” He throws Steve an amused glance and Steve tries hard not to blush.
“I asked her”, he says stiffly.
“I never doubted it, Boy Scout.” Tony smirks when he says it, but afterwards he's strangely quiet, his look intense and focused.
Steve wants to say something, but pauses before he even begins. Instead he watches Tony watching Natasha. Or rather watching the sketches he drew of her.
He drew Natasha first. Maybe because she was the first other Avenger he met or maybe because she’s one of the most stunning women he ever met.
He finds women easier to draw than men in general, their lines are so much softer, and he always found Natasha particularly easy and enjoyable to draw. He remembers being enthralled by the curves of her lower lip and the lines of her cheeks and her neck and drawing them over and over again. There are a lot of detail sketches of Natasha’s mouth, because Steve never really got the way her lips curled when she was about to smirk right.
Tony traces the lines of her mouth with a fingertip and there’s something amused and almost gentle in his face.
There has always been some kind of easy camaraderie between Tony and Natasha; a certain familiarity with each other that, that resulted from their shared character traits, Steve had assumed.
Now he thinks there might be a different reason.
He knows Natasha has been there at one of the lowest points in Tony's life, before the Avengers have even been formed. Neither of the two ever talks about it, but sometimes Steve gets little glimpses of it, like now.
There was a look in her eye today when Tony jumped in front of her, that was almost resigned as if she had expected nothing less from him. Resigned and a little bit guilty, as if she hadn't been able to stop him before and just knew she wouldn't be able to stop him now.
“And who do we have here? It’s our local god and crown prince. Wow, you really dig the hair, don’t you?”
“I don’t ‘dig’…!”
With an airy gesture Tony waves his objection away. “It’s fine. We all dig the hair. Oh wow. You really could crack nuts on his six-pack, or rather… twelve pack, I guess.”
“I was practicing anatomical studies.”
“Sure you were.” Tony drawls.
Steve snorts and tries not to smile at Tony's antics.
Okay, yes, he had started drawing Thor, mainly because he was so fascinated by his hair and clothes. Also there’s some kind of surreal larger-than-life quality about him that Steve was never really able to put down on paper, no matter how hard he tried.
There are also some sketches of Clint during training, all sharp eyes and tense muscles and a lot of movement. Steve has always been intrigued by his intense focus.
Later there are more sketches of Clint actually laughing instead of frowning, but that was when Steve got to know him better and had realized that beneath the sharp eyes and even sharper tongue hid a pretty decent guy.
He drew some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, too, mostly Coulson and Maria Hill, because these were the two he had the most contact with. There are also some sketches of Fury himself and then some of Thor’s friends. Steve had met them briefly in the main quarters - Dr. Foster and her assistant with the glasses and the wide grin. Darcy.
Tony doesn’t seem to know them. He frowns questioningly, so Steve adds: “That’s uh Jane. Dr. Foster. She’s a scientist and a friend of Thor’s.”
“Ah. I think I read one of her articles on particle physics”, Tony comments absentmindedly. “Pretty interesting work for such a boring topic. I think she made Star Trek-references.”
“She’s, well, she seems very dedicated to her work”, Steve says.
“You mean she’s a total science geek.” Steve isn’t sure what that means, but Tony grins in a way that is almost approving, so it seems to be some weird sort of compliment.
The grin vanishes though as soon Tony catches sight of the most recent sketches Steve did. He raises his eyebrows and throws him an unreadable look.
“You like the suit?”
Steve nods, feeling parts awkward and parts inexplicable guilty.
He has drawn Iron Man’s suit and parts of the suit more than a dozen times. The arc reactor. The different designs. The sleek outlines.
He… he has never drawn Tony himself though.
It's not that he hasn't tried.
But something about Tony is almost impossible to draw from memory. Maybe because his face is changing all the time or maybe because he's constantly on the move, gesturing, mimicking, talking, looking. He has all these tiny little quirks and ticks that are so utterly and completely Tony, like the way he lowers his head right after he has made a particularly stupid joke and waits for people to call him on it or the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when somebody says something unexpectedly nice to him.
It's not as if Steve is excessively watching him. Except that maybe he is.
“I…” He pauses and tries to think if apologizing is going to make it actually more awkward. “I wanted to… You would've been next…”
“Yeah, well. Whatever.” Tony clears his throat. “These are…not half bad actually. You missed some of the details here and…here, but the proportions are pretty accurate.”
“Well, you keep changing the details almost daily. It’s hard to keep up with all your ‘updates’.”
“You keep track of my changes?” Tony smirks. “I knew you care.”
"I do", Steve says softly, because it's true, and there's a moment again.
One of those moments where Tony looks unguarded for a second, almost surprised and a little bit overwhelmed.
Usually it never lasts long though.
"Could I… would you let me draw you?" Steve asks impulsively, before Tony can vanish again behind smarmy smiles and dirty jokes and slow drawls.
"Like one of your French girls?" Tony replies instantly.
Steve is pretty sure this is some kind of obscure pop culture reference he doesn't get, so he just looks at him.
"Sure. I mean, obviously I'm ridiculously good looking, so who wouldn't want to draw me, right?" Tony rambles. "I would totally draw me. Don't go all Picasso on me and give me three eyes and a tit, okay?"
"That's not really my style."
"So you mean…right here? Now?" Tony looks around almost self-consciously. "I don't know. I'm not exactly being my usual dashing self right now…"
His face is bruised and his hair is a mess, but to Steve he looks pretty much perfect.
And suddenly he realizes he wants his first time drawing Tony… being different. Not when Tony is trying his hardest to be a pompous ass, but when he looks…honest. There's something so intrinsically vulnerable and open about those bruises.
Also they're a part of who Tony really is.
Somebody who's reckless and stubborn and never listens, but also someone who jumps in front of his friends to safe them again and again.
Right now, Steve thinks, right now he might actually be able to draw Tony.
"You look fine," he tells him honestly. "But we can do it tomorrow if you'd like."
"You're angry at me," Tony says somewhat at random.
Only it's not random at all, because it's Tony.
"I'm not," Steve says and realizes it's true.
Tony looks at him.
"I guess, you can't draw a dozen pictures of me when I'm too banged up to recognize," he finally allows.
It's not what any of this is about, but it makes Steve smile nevertheless.
"No. Guess, I can't."
"Wouldn't want to ruin my natural charms and beauty."
"Go to sleep, Tony."