Johnny von Doom #2
Title: Johnny Von Doom 2
Rating: PG
Summary: Johnny had never liked Victor. He had always sort of assumed the feeling was mutual. It appeared, however, that Johnny had been mistaken.
Pairing: Future Johnny/Victor, as well as Victor/Reed.
Warnings: See above. Man love. No like, no read, no problem, savy?
A/N: This was inspired by my dear darling mother, who tries so very hard to understand what I’m talking about, but still somehow manages to take an entire cast and make it one singular entity. With a freakin’ awesome name.
“So, Dr. Doom, what’s on your mind?” Johnny leant against the wall, as far away from the tiny window Victor had gravitated to the moment they had entered the empty room as possible. “And please don’t say ‘your sister’, or I’ll have to set your freaky metal ass on fire.”
The man didn’t reply, just leaning against the windowsill and watching the Siberian winter outside. He seemed different, somehow. His clear blue eyes, usually so cold and aloof, just looked sad, as if he had the weight of the world on his strong shoulders. His head was bowed, shoulders sagging, arms braced against the windowsill as if it were the only think keeping him standing. Even his eternally perfect hair was rather ragged around the edges, odd chunks falling down unto his forehead. He didn’t look threatening or arrogant or any of the things he was supposed to be. He just looked tired.
“Do you remember that one time, just after Sue and I got together? There was some sort of fair or something, and you insisted on going, and Sue insisted on going with you, and I insisted on going with Sue?” Victor’s glacial eyes never left the icy world before him, the silent swirl of unseen, impossible emotions beneath them a perfect reflection of the swirling snows. “You kept winning her inane little stuffed animals, and I got angry and tried to win her something too, but failed miserably and almost got us kicked out yelling about how the games were all rigged?”
Johnny shot the man a strange look, wondering exactly where this conversation was supposed to be going.
“And then the security guard came and almost beat the crap out of you, Armani suit be damned. I’ve never laughed so much in my life.” The thought brought an unwitting smile to his lips.
It had been a really good day.
“I miss going to the fair.” Victor pressed his strong forehead against the glass, letting out a weary sigh that had Johnny’s eyebrows arching right off of his head.
“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” Johnny pushed himself off the wall, stomping over to stand next to the taller man. “First you come and ask to talk to me, of all people, and then you start rambling on about something that happened what, five years ago? What are you trying to pull?”
The scientist laughed. It was a dark laugh, a black laugh, devoid of all mirth and joy and hope. An empty laugh. A lonely laugh.
“Nothing, believe it or not. I know you have no reason to trust me, but...” Victor looked at him with those endless blue eyes, the exact colour of the stormy sea. “You’re the least likely to hate me.”
Johnny stared at him, caught somewhere between incredulous and shell-shocked.
“What the hell are you talking about? You tried to kill my sister! And you shot a missile at me! And, oh right, you tried to destroy the world. How could I not hate you?”
Victor looked away, avoiding the younger man’s gaze. He seemed almost... Ashamed, if that was possible. Victor von Doom, feeling guilty for his own actions? Such a thing was against everything Johnny knew.
“I know.” The man whispered, his very voice heavy. “Believe me, I know.”
His eyes slid shut, as if he had lost the strength to keep them open. There was such heavy sadness in him. It was almost palpable, hanging in the air like ash. It was loneliness, the same sort of dreary grey feeling Johnny had found himself battling as of late. It struck him suddenly that everyone had somebody but them. Reed and Sue, Ben and Alicia. Victor and him, all alone. Together.
That thought scared him more than anything else ever had.
“I never really meant to hurt you, you know.”
Johnny blinked. Victor was looking at him, forehead still pressed against the glass. He appeared to be perfectly serious.
“Sorry to inform you of this, Vicky, but heat seekers aren’t usually the best way to make friends.” Johnny deadpanned, watching the older man sigh.
“It wasn’t my goal to kill you. You were just... Collateral.” He turned his back to the window, momentarily pressing a palm to the red mark where his forehead had touched the icy glass. “I never really had anything against you and Ben. I just couldn’t have you getting in the way.”
“So you shot me with a sidewinder?” He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the sudden, irrational surge of anger at being treated like extra baggage.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Victor muttered, running his hand through his sleek black hair and letting it rest on the back of his neck. “I was too angry to really think about the details.”
“Yeah, about that.” Johnny leant against the wall, glaring at the older man. “Somehow I don’t think Sue running back to Mr. Fantastic would be enough to make you go postal like that. Everyone knows that you weren’t really ‘in love’. What’d she do that pissed you off so much?”
Victor looked at him, with those dark, unfathomable eyes, and Johnny knew. This was what this was all about. This was the reason Victor had taken him aside, this was the reason they were together in this empty room. Finally, finally, they had gotten to the point.
“It was never about Sue. It’s about Reed.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Johnny had never liked Victor. He had always sort of assumed the feeling was mutual. It appeared, however, that Johnny had been mistaken.
Pairing: Future Johnny/Victor, as well as Victor/Reed.
Warnings: See above. Man love. No like, no read, no problem, savy?
A/N: This was inspired by my dear darling mother, who tries so very hard to understand what I’m talking about, but still somehow manages to take an entire cast and make it one singular entity. With a freakin’ awesome name.
“So, Dr. Doom, what’s on your mind?” Johnny leant against the wall, as far away from the tiny window Victor had gravitated to the moment they had entered the empty room as possible. “And please don’t say ‘your sister’, or I’ll have to set your freaky metal ass on fire.”
The man didn’t reply, just leaning against the windowsill and watching the Siberian winter outside. He seemed different, somehow. His clear blue eyes, usually so cold and aloof, just looked sad, as if he had the weight of the world on his strong shoulders. His head was bowed, shoulders sagging, arms braced against the windowsill as if it were the only think keeping him standing. Even his eternally perfect hair was rather ragged around the edges, odd chunks falling down unto his forehead. He didn’t look threatening or arrogant or any of the things he was supposed to be. He just looked tired.
“Do you remember that one time, just after Sue and I got together? There was some sort of fair or something, and you insisted on going, and Sue insisted on going with you, and I insisted on going with Sue?” Victor’s glacial eyes never left the icy world before him, the silent swirl of unseen, impossible emotions beneath them a perfect reflection of the swirling snows. “You kept winning her inane little stuffed animals, and I got angry and tried to win her something too, but failed miserably and almost got us kicked out yelling about how the games were all rigged?”
Johnny shot the man a strange look, wondering exactly where this conversation was supposed to be going.
“And then the security guard came and almost beat the crap out of you, Armani suit be damned. I’ve never laughed so much in my life.” The thought brought an unwitting smile to his lips.
It had been a really good day.
“I miss going to the fair.” Victor pressed his strong forehead against the glass, letting out a weary sigh that had Johnny’s eyebrows arching right off of his head.
“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” Johnny pushed himself off the wall, stomping over to stand next to the taller man. “First you come and ask to talk to me, of all people, and then you start rambling on about something that happened what, five years ago? What are you trying to pull?”
The scientist laughed. It was a dark laugh, a black laugh, devoid of all mirth and joy and hope. An empty laugh. A lonely laugh.
“Nothing, believe it or not. I know you have no reason to trust me, but...” Victor looked at him with those endless blue eyes, the exact colour of the stormy sea. “You’re the least likely to hate me.”
Johnny stared at him, caught somewhere between incredulous and shell-shocked.
“What the hell are you talking about? You tried to kill my sister! And you shot a missile at me! And, oh right, you tried to destroy the world. How could I not hate you?”
Victor looked away, avoiding the younger man’s gaze. He seemed almost... Ashamed, if that was possible. Victor von Doom, feeling guilty for his own actions? Such a thing was against everything Johnny knew.
“I know.” The man whispered, his very voice heavy. “Believe me, I know.”
His eyes slid shut, as if he had lost the strength to keep them open. There was such heavy sadness in him. It was almost palpable, hanging in the air like ash. It was loneliness, the same sort of dreary grey feeling Johnny had found himself battling as of late. It struck him suddenly that everyone had somebody but them. Reed and Sue, Ben and Alicia. Victor and him, all alone. Together.
That thought scared him more than anything else ever had.
“I never really meant to hurt you, you know.”
Johnny blinked. Victor was looking at him, forehead still pressed against the glass. He appeared to be perfectly serious.
“Sorry to inform you of this, Vicky, but heat seekers aren’t usually the best way to make friends.” Johnny deadpanned, watching the older man sigh.
“It wasn’t my goal to kill you. You were just... Collateral.” He turned his back to the window, momentarily pressing a palm to the red mark where his forehead had touched the icy glass. “I never really had anything against you and Ben. I just couldn’t have you getting in the way.”
“So you shot me with a sidewinder?” He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the sudden, irrational surge of anger at being treated like extra baggage.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Victor muttered, running his hand through his sleek black hair and letting it rest on the back of his neck. “I was too angry to really think about the details.”
“Yeah, about that.” Johnny leant against the wall, glaring at the older man. “Somehow I don’t think Sue running back to Mr. Fantastic would be enough to make you go postal like that. Everyone knows that you weren’t really ‘in love’. What’d she do that pissed you off so much?”
Victor looked at him, with those dark, unfathomable eyes, and Johnny knew. This was what this was all about. This was the reason Victor had taken him aside, this was the reason they were together in this empty room. Finally, finally, they had gotten to the point.
“It was never about Sue. It’s about Reed.”