[Avengers: Drabble] "Dancing in the Air" [Steve/Tony, G]
Title: Dancing in the Air
Prompt: writerverse challenge #28 august table of doom #15
Band: Trout Fishing in America
Lyric(s): But in spite of all the rules/That bind your wings so tight/I hope you don’t forget about/The days when you could fly (“Back When I Could Fly”)
Word Count: 237
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse)
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Warnings: none (possible tiny spoilers for Age of Ultron)
Summary: Steve thinks that Tony should take a break.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Dancing in the Air
“Tony?” asked Steve, stepping cautiously into the workshop.
There was no answer, but one of Tony’s bots came rolling up to him, nudging Steve’s hip until he scratched its metal casing.
“Hey, there, buddy,” he said. “Can you take me to Tony?”
The bot beeped something positive-sounding and headed off through the mess, until Steve could hear a steadily-growing noises and found Tony bent over one of his Iron Man suits, soldering iron in hand.
“Tony?”
He flipped up his goggles. “Dummy, you traitor,” said Tony.
“You have been working for several hours, Sir,” said FRIDAY, and Steve still wasn’t used to the Tower’s new AI voice. “It would be wise to take a break.”
“I’ve been sleeping and eating!” Tony protested. “I don’t need an intervention.”
“This isn’t-” Steve began, then sighed. “I just haven’t seen you much lately. And when I do, you always seem worried and stressed. Can’t you just give me… half an hour, maybe?”
Tony’s expression softened. “What did you have in mind, Cap?”
“Could we go flying?” Steve asked. He flushed faintly pink, but continued, “You’ve given me a lift during a fight, but I’d really like to see what it’s like to just… fly.”
“It’s pretty awesome,” said Tony, pulling off his goggles and setting his soldering tools aside. “FRIDAY, boot up the Mark Twelve.”
He held out his hand. “Dance with me?”
Steve grinned and took it. “Always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #28 august table of doom #15
Band: Trout Fishing in America
Lyric(s): But in spite of all the rules/That bind your wings so tight/I hope you don’t forget about/The days when you could fly (“Back When I Could Fly”)
Word Count: 237
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse)
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Warnings: none (possible tiny spoilers for Age of Ultron)
Summary: Steve thinks that Tony should take a break.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Dancing in the Air
“Tony?” asked Steve, stepping cautiously into the workshop.
There was no answer, but one of Tony’s bots came rolling up to him, nudging Steve’s hip until he scratched its metal casing.
“Hey, there, buddy,” he said. “Can you take me to Tony?”
The bot beeped something positive-sounding and headed off through the mess, until Steve could hear a steadily-growing noises and found Tony bent over one of his Iron Man suits, soldering iron in hand.
“Tony?”
He flipped up his goggles. “Dummy, you traitor,” said Tony.
“You have been working for several hours, Sir,” said FRIDAY, and Steve still wasn’t used to the Tower’s new AI voice. “It would be wise to take a break.”
“I’ve been sleeping and eating!” Tony protested. “I don’t need an intervention.”
“This isn’t-” Steve began, then sighed. “I just haven’t seen you much lately. And when I do, you always seem worried and stressed. Can’t you just give me… half an hour, maybe?”
Tony’s expression softened. “What did you have in mind, Cap?”
“Could we go flying?” Steve asked. He flushed faintly pink, but continued, “You’ve given me a lift during a fight, but I’d really like to see what it’s like to just… fly.”
“It’s pretty awesome,” said Tony, pulling off his goggles and setting his soldering tools aside. “FRIDAY, boot up the Mark Twelve.”
He held out his hand. “Dance with me?”
Steve grinned and took it. “Always.”
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy