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ROUND THREE
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It was a sunny afternoon in mid July. The heat was unrelenting with only the slightest summer breeze as a soothing comfort, rolling in through the cracked windows, brushing against Tony's damp forehead. He had ditched most of his outfit including his suit jacket, shoes, socks, and tie, having throwing them to the floor, he only managed to find peace with unbuttoning his shirt partly and rolling up his sleeves before he sat down at his desk. For once he was actually accomplishing something resembling work, Pepper would have probably died from shock, but since she was away on a well deserved vacation, Tony had to pull his own. Tony suspected Pepper might believe she would be coming back home with piles of paper work, but after the board meeting he had earlier, he had gone to his office deciding to take a crack at it.
He had been going at it for a few hours, slaving away, signing legal documents with a messy scrawl, almost managing to make a dent in the amounts of paper work he had to get through, when the ground suddenly rocked. Various items on his desk had fallen to the floor, including several neat piles of papers he had just organized, and he barely managed to keep himself upright by bracing against the desk. He sat there for a second, eyes flickering to his giant bay windows, unsure if it was an earthquake or another alien invasion, he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have turned off his cell phone and wished he hadn't forgotten his Avengers' beeper on his bed-side table earlier that morning. When there was neither an aftershock or any sign of an alien invasion, Tony zipped to the door, it shot open with a bang startling the few people in the room connected to his office, they all sat around a computer screen, a slightly muffled voice coming from the speakers.
The assistant who was substituting for Pepper stood, unsure and a little afraid. "Mr. Stark--"
"Is everyone alright?"
"Yes--" She nodded, her eyes worried. She fumbled with her hands, nervously, while bitting her bottom lip.
"Good, now what the hell was that?" Tony raked his hand into his hair, looking out the windows, he didn't know if he should be happy or not that there was still no sign of danger.
An older man stood and said quietly. "Sir, I think you should look at this." He moved over so his employer could take his place. There on the screen of the computer was a shakey clip of burnt carnage taken with a cell phone, an ash blanket covered everything, trees had been blown over, lamps bent it twisted angles, and the volume was turned up enough for Tony Stark to hear some of the worse news since he was seventeen and his parents had been taken away from him.
"--nks John, here we are at what looks like to be pure chaos. This is the remains of the Avengers' Mansion," there was a fit of coughing before the reporter continued, "its seems what was a terrorist attack has the left the building in nothing but rubble--"
Tony didn't wait to hear the rest, he suited up, leaving the room with the sound of metal fusing together and glass shattering as Iron Man teared through the sky, his destination only marked by a black cloud of ash and smoke rising in the horizon and spreading across the once clear blue stretch. He couldn't get there fast enough, his heart was pounding fast and each time his gasping breath of JARVIS' name went unaswered he found himself having a harder time of breathing.
"JARVIS," his voice came out strong.
Static.
"JARVIS," his voice wavered.
Static.
"JARVIS," his voice cracked.
Static.
The thought of his home, his family burried beneath a pile of brick and wood, left him with the feeling of dread that he might be once again alone and with nowhere to go where he would feel welcomed. He didn't want to be alone anymore not when he felt something akin to a true family at his fingertips, nights spent with them all gathered in the living room with popcorn covering the floor and the latest action flick blasting through the surround sound.
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When they had first met, they couldn't have been more different or more wrong about each other. They had both misjudge the other and in a fit of misunderstanding had come to all the wrong conclusions. Tony thought Steve was a stuck up self-righteous prick and Steve believed Tony was a lazy __ bastard, it had all changed, of course, when the Loki had tried to take over the earth. There was a moment, amoung the destroyed space crafts of the aliens and upturned cars of human society, when they had become insync with one another that Tony realized this was going to be the start of something beautiful. Despite being polar opposites and their obvious hatred in the beginning, they had found a way to except one another, finding a common ground, allowing them to become friends, allowing them to work spectacularly together in the field. Now, Tony didn't think he could handle the thought that Steve wouldn't be there to wander into his workshop, nagging all the while about how Tony never slept, but still handing him a cup of steaming coffee, knowing exactly how Tony loved it.
Clint....
Tony certainly couldn't dream going a day without Clint's brilliant sarcasm and humor. They were partners in crime, with their common knack for getting into trouble, their apparent goal to piss off Fury, and their shared love for terrorizing the SHIELD agents, it was clearly a match made in heaven, or so Tony and Clint believed. So Tony couldn't stand the thought of there being a day when Clint wouldn't be there to clap Tony on the back after a job well done of fighting crime. Or never seeing Clint with a splitting grin on his face, like a child on Christmas, when Tony would present a quiver of the latest model of improved arrows, it always left Tony feeling something that was close to pure happiness.
Natasha...
Tony couldn't imagine a Friday night spent without the redheaded woman. They had a special bond that was created over a series of nights spent behind Natasha's closed doors, they would paint each other's toe nails, gossiping over the juiciest news that had passed along the SHIELD grapevines. Natasha was a kind soul, despite what her outward appearance might portray, she protected her own with a skill unparalleled in SHIELD opperatives. Their bonding time was spent in mystery, the others wondered but otherwise they never tried to protrued any further, when Clint would whine of how he felt left out, Natasha would send a wink Tony's way.
Thor...
With Thor, Tony felt somehow normal, because the big guy would always come to him for relationship advice even though Tony wasn't the most capable of keeping one. It flattered Tony that Thor could trust Tony's judgement so much when others couldn't do the same, it said a lot about the man's honor. The billionaire couldn't imagine not celebrating Thor's day with bountiful amounts of Asgardian wine (that stuff was powerful) or not ordering three extra boxes of pizza because of the man's appetite. He couldn't imagine living without Thor's contagious happiness or abundance of battle stories.
Bruce...
Bruce, despite changing into a giant rage monster when he flipped his lid, was a man who fought against the odds, so he had Tony's respect. Bruce provided a quiet stability, a gentle understanding, and was the only one in the house with whom Tony could have intelligent genius conversations. He was one who understood what it was like to feel like you had no where to go and what it was like to be alone. So Tony definitely couldn't go on without Bruce in his life, he was the rock, and without him Tony was sure he would drift along in the endless wave of alienation. Tony could not live without them. The memories of laughter and kinship with the others flooded any loneliness he might have had growing up in the Avengers' mansion before their rowdy presence.
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He landed with little grace, throwing off his helmet, his eyes searching frantically for any sign that the others were in fact alive and through the dust and smoke he spotted them. Thor and Clint were leaning against each other, the archer was favoring his right leg, his left no doubt broken, and their blonde hair was nearly unrecognizeable from the dirt that covered their bodies. Natasha stood close by, looking calm and composed as always, her hair not a strand out of place, but was quite filthy like the others, she stood tall but soon her body was racked with a coughing fit, a trinkle of blood escaping her lips. Bruce rubbed her back, he was a mess too, his shirt was missing and his pants in shreads like he had hulked out. His back was a bloody mess, scrapes and cuts, and ash making a nice mixture on his muscled back. Steve was standing tall, covered in soot, hair ruffled, and only the slightest scratch on his forehead, which oozed a trail of blood down his left cheek. He was talking to the Coulson, pointing off in a direction, when he spotted Tony.
"Tony-" He started, the other's attention zoned in on him. That's when then and there the tears that had threatened to fall earlier were back but he didn't bother to stop them as one by one they left a clear trail on his cheeks. The dams were broken and with a sharp sob he dropped to his knees, face burried in the dirt before him, he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. They were alright, they were alright, he thought, he wasn't going to be alone. He was so consumed with the greatest feeling of elation and crying that he didn't notice his face was removed from the ground below only to be pressed against a well defined chest. He barely managed to look up and make out the blurry face of Bruce above him, his eyes widened a bit, but the soothing words that spilled from the other's lips calmed him.
"It's ok Tony, we are all alright." The physicist murmured. "We are all here." Tony couldn't feel the arms that wrapped around his body because of the armor, he knew they were there so he took comfort from the skin of his face to the skin of Bruce's chest touching. He hesitated to wrap his own arms around the body because of the injuries Bruce had but Bruce put his worries to rest when he said, "Go ahead I'm pretty numb anyway." His arms shot around the body in front of him, burrying his face further into the crevice of Bruce's pecs, and tears continued to leak from the depths of his tear ducts.
"JARVIS saved us." Natasha whispered. Tony could feel her presence near but she made no move to get closer. "JARVIS warned us before it was too late."
"Dummy and Butterfingers made it out too." Clint added softly. "With JARVIS's hard drive. So we are all safe Tones. We are all here." With a shuddering whine, he kept his face hidden as he tried to calm down the gasping breaths, his tears had cleared away some of the ash that was covering Bruce's chest, showing a pinkish hue of natural flesh. Bruce had started to lace his finger's into the ink blackness of Tony's hair and his voice rumbling from the depths of his chest, soothing the anxiety from Tony's mind.
"Go ahead and rest Tony." Bruce gently said. "We will all be here. We aren't going to leave you." And finally Tony relaxed, the tension wound in his body faded and the fear and dread drifted away with the soothing carress of Bruce's fingers and the steady beat of his heart enticed Tony to finally relax for a moment, knowing everything was going to be ok.
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your welcome my dear! im glad it was everything you hoped for! that makes me happy! im sorry it wasn't very slashy but this was my first attempt at a brucey/tony fic! i tend to lean more towards steve/tony myself but recently there has been bruce/tony fics popping up and i can say its definitely perked my interest as well! :D
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I love how you described all the different relationships Tony has with the others and how wonderful they all are and how much Tony loves them and how scared he is to be alone again ... Oh Tony.
Oh Bruce. Oh everybody. <3
Great work! *_*
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glad you enjoyed it! i would say coming up with the different interactions tony has with everyone was kind of hard. i wasnt sure what tony and natasha would excactly do together but i can see tony enjoying having pretty toe nails! ;D so im happy it appeals to the audience! :)
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when he realized that he ALMOST lost everyone... oh god, poor baby, let me cuddle you! Dear god, even I was like omg "please don't be dead, the world cannot handle an evil tony stark"
you are good, damn good!
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and thanks for the kind words and commenting! you always make me blush! haha ;D
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and you write good stories, and i always enjoy them! you're welcome!
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