Prompt Post 001
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Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the Guidelines Post. Please try to follow them, and have fun!
General Rules
- Please be civil and respectful towards each other.
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- Sir, if I may be so bold, may I point out that running around Stark Tower with a dismembered limb isn't the best way to convince Director Fury that you're of sound mind? -
"It's not dismembered," Tony snapped, poking his head into the gym only to find it empty. "It's a highly-advanced piece of technology that is completely useless unless attached to the person it was made for. And since you've turned traitor and won't tell me where he is, I have to hunt him down myself."
- Mr. Barnes was very clear in his desire to avoid you, - Jarvis replied in his ear, and the AI sounded like it was getting far too much enjoyment over Tony's distress. He scowled.
"I made you!" he railed. A few passing SHIELD agents cast him concerned looks as he stalked down the hallway, apparently talking to himself while carrying a mechanical arm slung over his shoulder. "When I'm done with this I am definitely reprogramming your loyalty functions."
Fury had finally managed to wheedle a semi-public appearance out of Steve, at last able to give the adoring people some news about their re-found hero. It helped that the president himself was dying to meet Steve--which in turn tugged on Steve's innate sense of duty--and so Fury had bundled him into a jet before he could change his mind, flying them off to Washington for a few days of press conferences.
Predictably, before he had left, Steve made Tony promise he would make sure Bucky didn't get into too much trouble.
Also predictably, by the time Tony had turned around, Bucky had already disappeared.
"Whatever happened to the second law?" Tony grumbled, pushing open the door that led to the room they'd designated as the Avengers' meeting area. Clint and Thor were talking near the windows but when they looked up Tony ignored them completely, going right out through the door on the opposite side of the room toward the direction of the observatory. "You're supposed to obey my orders."
- If you recall, sir, you decided that Asimov's Laws were 'too constrictive' when you designed me. However, if I were bound by those laws, I would have to disregard the second in favor of the first, as my allowing you to locate Mr. Barnes would likely lead to you being injured. -
"He's on crutches!" Tony spluttered. "How dangerous can he be?"
- Apparently, very. He is rather formidable with throwing knives. -
Tony halted in his tracks, eyes narrowing.
"Where did Bucky get throwing knives?"
- From Agent Romanoff, sir. -
"Her!" Tony seethed, doing an abrupt about-face. "Why is it always her? I swear my life has been nothing but complicated ever since she showed up."
- Yes, because things were so peaceful, before. -
After he'd graciously allowed the Avengers to take up residence in Stark Tower, Tony had also graciously installed a firing range in the basement. It was split between a sound-proof area with both stationary and moving targets for guns, and another area for bows and throwing knives and whatever demonic new trinkets Natasha had designed to hurt people with.
Tony found Bucky at the very end of the range, his crutches lying on the floor beside him as he sat backwards on a folding chair, bad leg stretched out in front of him. A wicked-looking bandolier of throwing knives were slung over one shoulder, half of them already gone--buried in neat concentric circles around the bullseye on a human-shaped dummy.
"Alright, I have to admit that's a little terrifying."
Also incredibly hot, but even Tony knew how to censor himself. Sometimes.
Bucky cast him an amused look, though he did weigh the knife in his hand contemplatively for a moment. After seeming to decide he was not, in fact, going to impale Tony, he tucked the knife into the bandolier and leaned back, tilting his head to the side.
"That for me?"
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Bucky nodded, lifting up the bandolier and dropping it on the floor next to his crutches. He'd been throwing with his good arm, and it hadn't passed Tony's notice that he was loathe to use the mechanical one all that much. He handed the new arm to Bucky and dug out the tools he'd shoved into his belt, starting to unscrew the crude connections of the old arm to the socket in Bucky's shoulder.
"So, any particular reason for running off today?" he asked, letting the screws drop carelessly to the floor. Bucky snorted.
"You're not my babysitter."
Tony raised an eyebrow.
"Steve's the only one who gets that distinction?"
"Steve thinks he is. He's not."
Tony gently twisted the arm joint back and forth to loosen it, eliciting a low hiss. He glanced over at Bucky, who was frowning at him as he watched.
"I suppose this is where you go on to say you can take care of yourself perfectly fine."
"Apparently not well enough."
Tony paused, surprised that he didn't get the snarky answer he had been expecting. Bucky looked away moodily at the floor, silent and brooding, and he sat back on his heels for a moment to look up at him. He'd been too busy stealling kisses and touches from Steve for the past week to really comprehend the quietness that Bucky had fallen into, but, yeah, he got it now.
Bucky knew.
Tony studied him for a few more moments, taking in the tense set of his shoulders and the unhappy downturn of his mouth.
"You don't think I'm good enough for him, do you?"
To his credit, Bucky neither avoided the question or lied.
"No, I don't."
His pride oddly unhurt because of the frank reply--and because he knew it was true, they both knew it was true--Tony nodded slowly.
"You aren't, either," he pointed out, not taunting or petty but honest; matter-of-fact. Bucky smiled briefly, the expression crooked.
"I know."
The unspoken 'but he picked you' hung between them, and Tony didn't know how to deal with that sort of thing. He couldn't find it in himself to feel smug or superior, because this wasn't the place for it--not something this important, not something so dear to both of them. After a while he motioned questioningly to Bucky's arm, receiving a brief nod in return, and he carefully finished removing the old model. Bucky's teeth ground together as it slid from the socket but otherwise he didn't make a sound.
"This might feel weird," Tony warned as he took the new arm, no stranger to having foreign things embedded in your body. He waited until Bucky was ready before sliding the connectors into the socket, the piece automatically attaching itself to Bucky's shoulder.
Bucky yelped and then Tony was flying across the room--hitting the ground with a new appreciation for the pain he inflicted on unarmored people while in his Iron Man suit.
"Tony? Shit--"
"Well, we know it works," Tony called cheerfully, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes as he tried to regain his bearings. A concerned face eventually encroached on his vision and he looked up as Bucky extended his mechanical hand to help him, leaning on one of his crutches as he searched Tony's face worriedly.
Tony reached up to clasp Bucky's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. As he saw the look in Bucky's eyes a delighted grin stole across his face.
"You were actually worried about me, weren't you?"
Bucky gaped at him.
A moment later he turned in a huff, limping back over to retrieve his other crutch and the bandolier of knives--but not before Tony saw the flush that stole across his cheeks.
"In your dreams, tin man."
Bucky headed for the elevator, shoulders set and back stiff, and gruffly ignored the smug smirk that played around Tony's lips for the rest of the day.
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This is brilliant! Brilliant!!! I can't wait to read more. :D
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