Five Acts 2012!
It’s that time of year again!!! I really adore Five Acts, I've added some new fandoms this year, removed some old ones, and redid some of my acts. Now to go browse others and see what I want to write :D
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Smiling, Tony says, “You really are an angel, Steve,” and then winks lasciviously.
Steve just rolls his eyes and tops up the mug, bringing it back. Before he can get away, Tony grabs him, pulling him down into his lap, nearly getting a face full of wing, but Steve is kind enough to shift them out of the way.
“Jesus, guys, take is somewhere else, will yah?” Clint moans, face down on the counter.
“I just can’t help myself,” Tony smirks, “it’s in my nature.”
Natasha’s voice, somewhat slurred by the sound of chewing, responds, “How long have you been waiting to use that one, Tony?”
He shrugs, trying to maintain his hold on a squirming lapful of angelic super soldier. “Probably since Loki put the whammy on us.” He grins, letting his extended canines show in Natasha’s direction. She snorts.
“The whammy?” Bruce asks, incredulous.
“Hey, I don’t do magic. Ask Doctor Strange if you want the technical term,” he responds, giving up the fight, as Steve stands up and kisses him on one of his horns before heading over to make more pancakes for the bottomless lion. “What’s on the docket for today?” Tony continues.
“I wanted to put in a little gym time if anyone is interested,” comes Natasha's voice, now from somewhere near Steve, plate seemingly floating into the industrial dishwasher.
“Yeah, I don’t even think Clint’s dumb enough to take you on invisible,” Tony replies.
“Hey…yeah, okay, true. Sorry ‘Tasha.”
Tony imagines Natasha shrugs, strutting out of the room, even as her voice fades away, “Suit yourselves! Maybe someone at SHIELD will be willing.”
It’s his turn to snort. “Good luck with that.”
Clint's cell goes off then and he answers, leaving the room with a single backward glance over his shoulder as though they were all going to follow him, his wings first trailing on the floor but perking up as he gets further away.
“Well, I for one,” Bruce states as he stands up, bringing his own plate over to Steve and the sink, “am going to take advantage of the time off Fury’s given us to get some research done. If anyone needs me, I’ll be down in Lab C.”
They all mumble their goodbyes as Bruce gracefully exits the room. Hopefully, the work won’t stress Banner out. Tony prefers he Hulk out in SHIELD, not the mansion. Later, when he asks JARVIS how he was doing, JARVIS would respond that Bruce had left the lab hours ago and had been peacefully curled up in front of a window, sleeping, since.
“I believe I shall see the fair Jane!” Thor nearly shouts.
“You know you can’t be seen in the city, Thor,” Steve says, clearly feeling bad about it.
“It is of no concern, friend Steve! I have already invited her and Darcy here!”
“Oh, God,” Tony mutters, putting his face in his hands. As though the Avengers in general weren’t bad enough. Thor and Darcy manage to wreak havoc enough to put any army of Doom bots to shame. Ultimately, though, he just waves Thor away and listens to the sounds of Steve starting the dishwasher. It is ridiculously domestic. The halo just makes it more so, even when it should have created some kind of cognitive dissonance.
To be honest, Tony thought his entire life operated at a pretty much continual state of what-the-fuck, so maybe that wasn’t so weird.
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Steve turns around, smiling indulgently at him and Tony quickly twitches his tail in closer to himself, trying to protect its honor.
“You know, Tony,” Steve speaks, coming closer to the table where Tony still sits cradling his coffee mug, “six pairs of wings, six tails, and somehow you managed to get both.”
“Fallen angel and all, guess they get the best of both worlds. Plus, we don’t know what else Loki gave Natasha, beyond an ability to be extra ninja-like.”
Steve pokes him, making a face. “We should go flying, later. Take Clint, too; it might make him feel better.”
Tony let his lip curl up. “I suspect someone else may get the pleasure - or displeasure considering his opinion on heights - to go flying with Clint today.”
“Who--? Oh,” Steve says, nodding. “Well, technically, Coulson gets the day off, too, since it’s his job to babysit us.”
“Steven Rogers,” Tony says in mocked shock, “you’re getting to sound more and more like me, and you don’t even have a little devil in you.”
“Not yet today, anyway. And certainly not a little one,” Steve quips, managing to look ridiculously innocent even though Tony knows he isn’t.
That does it. “There will be no business, no sparring, and no team today, I’ve decided. Just you and me. Thank God Pepper runs my company.” He pauses. “Sometimes, I think Loki has good ideas.”
“Tony,” Steve reprimands, moving out of the kitchen and down the hall, coming to a halt and turning to face him when Tony catches his wrist. He lets his black wings bump against Steve’s bigger, white ones.
Tony lifts his hand, letting his fingers slide over gloriously soft, almost iridescent feathers, and if Bruce hadn’t gotten the cat traits, he’d have sworn Steve purred. Also interesting.
“What say we go tarnish up that halo of yours? I’ve got an extra limb I’m dying to try,” and he curls his tail around Steve, barbed end sliding down into the other man's pants, emphasizing his point.
Steve flushes a bright pink that spreads from ears to cheeks, to his collarbone that just peeks out of the hideous plaid shirt he is wearing. But when Tony pulls him down for a kiss, his body is anything but bashful - or angelic. He runs his teeth down the side of Steve’s neck, letting the elongated canines barely prick him. Steve shudders against him.
Just another day in the life of an Avenger, he thinks, as he drags Steve across the mansion toward his bedroom.
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YOU ARE AMAZING.
This whole fic just made me grinned until my cheeks are sore, it's so much fun and the Steve/Tony banter is sneakily hot <3.
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