New Fic: Blue Canary
Blue Canary
Fandom: Iron Man
Rated: G
Category: Friendship/Romance; Pepperony (Pepper/Tony). Set in the MCU.
Spoilers: Iron Man 3/Extremis Comic Storyline.
Summary: Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Word Count: 465
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
Note: I know there are at least three meanings of the phrase “blue canary.” This particular usage, well, it’s all for lemonpiefirefly. Happy birthday, Pep.
xxx
It’s not rare for Tony to buy me gifts.
Let’s face it: it’s how he shows affection. When he doesn’t know you, you get the socially required bottle of wine or other generic (yet expensive) gift. But if you somehow get past Stark and get to know Tony, you get whatever strikes his fancy, whenever it strikes his fancy.
And so packages show up on my desk often, for no reason at all other than that they somehow made sense in Tony’s head, which means that I have an entire closet full of stuff that anyone in their right mind would find incomprehensible.
But that’s Tony for you. Incomprehensible just goes with the territory - sort of like how he still can’t remember my birthday despite being one of the smartest guys on the planet.
But even a broken clock is right twice a day, and sometimes Tony nails it.
This is one of those times.
To be honest, I’m not sure if it’s coincidence or if he actually managed to be right for once, but I don’t care, because this is perfect.
Because even though I didn’t expect to miss it at all, and if anything, I thought it’d be Tony who felt empty without it, I’ll be damned if I don’t miss his arc reactor. I’d never admit it to him, of course, but I’d grown rather fond of it. It represented a lot of things for me, and it had some very tangible benefits, too.
I didn’t think he’d noticed my feelings, but maybe I should give him some credit for this one.
Granted, Tony being Tony, he can’t do much about the symbolism, but the tangible is his forte.
And a nightlight is a bit random even for Tony, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt here.
After all, it’s even blue.
Now, why it’s shaped like a bird I have no idea, but I’m guessing that means something to Tony.
What that something is I’ll likely never know, but that’s okay. Yes, it’s incomprehensible in its own way, but this one’s not going in the closet.
In fact, I know just where to put it.
Tony doesn’t notice it for a week, but one night when he comes to bed instead of passing out in his lab or on the couch, he sees it in the outlet by the light switch. One corner of his mouth curls upward, and he looks right at me. I’m still awake, and I nod a thanks to him.
A few minutes later, without a word spoken between us, we’re both asleep under a dim blue glow.
And for once, I’m completely okay with incomprehensible.
Because if two adults sleeping with a night light is incomprehensible, I don’t want to be understood.
Fandom: Iron Man
Rated: G
Category: Friendship/Romance; Pepperony (Pepper/Tony). Set in the MCU.
Spoilers: Iron Man 3/Extremis Comic Storyline.
Summary: Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Word Count: 465
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
Note: I know there are at least three meanings of the phrase “blue canary.” This particular usage, well, it’s all for lemonpiefirefly. Happy birthday, Pep.
xxx
It’s not rare for Tony to buy me gifts.
Let’s face it: it’s how he shows affection. When he doesn’t know you, you get the socially required bottle of wine or other generic (yet expensive) gift. But if you somehow get past Stark and get to know Tony, you get whatever strikes his fancy, whenever it strikes his fancy.
And so packages show up on my desk often, for no reason at all other than that they somehow made sense in Tony’s head, which means that I have an entire closet full of stuff that anyone in their right mind would find incomprehensible.
But that’s Tony for you. Incomprehensible just goes with the territory - sort of like how he still can’t remember my birthday despite being one of the smartest guys on the planet.
But even a broken clock is right twice a day, and sometimes Tony nails it.
This is one of those times.
To be honest, I’m not sure if it’s coincidence or if he actually managed to be right for once, but I don’t care, because this is perfect.
Because even though I didn’t expect to miss it at all, and if anything, I thought it’d be Tony who felt empty without it, I’ll be damned if I don’t miss his arc reactor. I’d never admit it to him, of course, but I’d grown rather fond of it. It represented a lot of things for me, and it had some very tangible benefits, too.
I didn’t think he’d noticed my feelings, but maybe I should give him some credit for this one.
Granted, Tony being Tony, he can’t do much about the symbolism, but the tangible is his forte.
And a nightlight is a bit random even for Tony, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt here.
After all, it’s even blue.
Now, why it’s shaped like a bird I have no idea, but I’m guessing that means something to Tony.
What that something is I’ll likely never know, but that’s okay. Yes, it’s incomprehensible in its own way, but this one’s not going in the closet.
In fact, I know just where to put it.
Tony doesn’t notice it for a week, but one night when he comes to bed instead of passing out in his lab or on the couch, he sees it in the outlet by the light switch. One corner of his mouth curls upward, and he looks right at me. I’m still awake, and I nod a thanks to him.
A few minutes later, without a word spoken between us, we’re both asleep under a dim blue glow.
And for once, I’m completely okay with incomprehensible.
Because if two adults sleeping with a night light is incomprehensible, I don’t want to be understood.