Iron Man fic recs.
Dust Is Gonna Settle
1940s, atomic era Iron Man backstory, involving Howard and Maria Stark pre-marriage. R, for sexual content between people of rather different ages.
The wheels of her bicycle creak through the middle of the road. Her pale bare legs, her little-girl hands with chipped nails, her knees rotating up and down, her short dark hair curling under her ears, no wind for it to blow in. Her thin shirt with the sailor collar. Her fawn's eyelashes, her half-lidded eyes, under cat's-eye sunglasses. Her red lips, her slim wrists. Maria pedals slowly through the quiet streets of Los Alamos.
The Priming Game, part 1, part 2, part 3
Missing scene fic from the movie, filling in details between Tony getting found in Afghanistan and Tony getting off the military transport in California.
The second thing Tony says is "It's not what you think." He reaches up with his left hand and covers the light bleeding through his dirty undershirt. Blueish, electric light, visible even in the full glare of the desert sun. Rhodey hasn't had time to form a thought about what it means, so he just stares until the medic nudges him aside.
Snips & Snails & Puppy Dog Tails
Tony gets turned into a puppy. No, really! Absolutely hilarious. *grin*
"I believe that is the accident you were looking for."
"That's not -- no." Pepper can feel her eyes widening. "Not funny, Tony!"
The puppy's whining grows and Pepper takes several steps back until something catches her eye -- the arc generator embedded just north of the puppy's front legs.
Somehow she missed the clothes pooled on the floor on her first pass.
"Oh my god." Now is not the time for her to have a panic attack. "Tony?"
Three Men and a Lady (And Her Boss)
Pepper Potts' job leaves her with little time for personal relationships. But she makes do as best she can.
Pepper Potts doesn't date.
It's not that Pepper doesn't like men, or guys, or whatever they like to be called these days -- she draws the line at boys -- it's just that Pepper already has a man in her life, and he tends to crowd out the competition. Pepper's tried seeing other people, but guys always seem to object to Tony calling her in the middle of the night, or the middle of a date, or in the middle of sex.
That last one has most definitely happened. More than once.
The Kids Aren't Alright
A brilliant, brilliant mixed-media fic set in the frame of a faux Vanity Faire article. Intriguing, insightful, and eminently believable.
Here’s a fact about Tony Stark: character defects and all, the man is a dyed-in-the-wool idealist. And here is another: Stark actually cares who knows it. As I pulled together the background for this piece, I was struck by the lack of serious biographical accounts of Stark. The industrialist entertains an easy-going relationship with the press corps, but offers facile wit and technical intelligence in lieu of confidences during interviews or behind the pulpit.
1940s, atomic era Iron Man backstory, involving Howard and Maria Stark pre-marriage. R, for sexual content between people of rather different ages.
The wheels of her bicycle creak through the middle of the road. Her pale bare legs, her little-girl hands with chipped nails, her knees rotating up and down, her short dark hair curling under her ears, no wind for it to blow in. Her thin shirt with the sailor collar. Her fawn's eyelashes, her half-lidded eyes, under cat's-eye sunglasses. Her red lips, her slim wrists. Maria pedals slowly through the quiet streets of Los Alamos.
The Priming Game, part 1, part 2, part 3
Missing scene fic from the movie, filling in details between Tony getting found in Afghanistan and Tony getting off the military transport in California.
The second thing Tony says is "It's not what you think." He reaches up with his left hand and covers the light bleeding through his dirty undershirt. Blueish, electric light, visible even in the full glare of the desert sun. Rhodey hasn't had time to form a thought about what it means, so he just stares until the medic nudges him aside.
Snips & Snails & Puppy Dog Tails
Tony gets turned into a puppy. No, really! Absolutely hilarious. *grin*
"I believe that is the accident you were looking for."
"That's not -- no." Pepper can feel her eyes widening. "Not funny, Tony!"
The puppy's whining grows and Pepper takes several steps back until something catches her eye -- the arc generator embedded just north of the puppy's front legs.
Somehow she missed the clothes pooled on the floor on her first pass.
"Oh my god." Now is not the time for her to have a panic attack. "Tony?"
Three Men and a Lady (And Her Boss)
Pepper Potts' job leaves her with little time for personal relationships. But she makes do as best she can.
Pepper Potts doesn't date.
It's not that Pepper doesn't like men, or guys, or whatever they like to be called these days -- she draws the line at boys -- it's just that Pepper already has a man in her life, and he tends to crowd out the competition. Pepper's tried seeing other people, but guys always seem to object to Tony calling her in the middle of the night, or the middle of a date, or in the middle of sex.
That last one has most definitely happened. More than once.
The Kids Aren't Alright
A brilliant, brilliant mixed-media fic set in the frame of a faux Vanity Faire article. Intriguing, insightful, and eminently believable.
Here’s a fact about Tony Stark: character defects and all, the man is a dyed-in-the-wool idealist. And here is another: Stark actually cares who knows it. As I pulled together the background for this piece, I was struck by the lack of serious biographical accounts of Stark. The industrialist entertains an easy-going relationship with the press corps, but offers facile wit and technical intelligence in lieu of confidences during interviews or behind the pulpit.