Just a little Saturday night fic
I'm finally going to see Shame tonight. AHHHHHH. Michael Fassbender, you will always have my ♥.
Title: Tithonus
Author: MF Luder
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: G
Warning: (offscreen) character death
Word Count: 426
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Release me, and restore me to the ground
Author’s Notes: Not betaed. Summary quote from Alfred Tennyson's poem, "Tithonus".
Steve volunteered for Rebirth; he would do anything for his country. He wanted to fight, wanted not to be someone but to be part of something. He was grateful when it worked - went and fought the Nazis, the Red Skull, fought alongside his best friend, defended his country.
And then he died, before awaking into a world seventy years later and ages ahead. He lived a full life. He fought villains, protected the innocent, stood up for his values when the government tried to abuse him as their tool. He had girlfriends, friends, a family, he found true love.
Then Steve watched his true love die. His heart could beat for fifty life times, but there was no fountain of youth - magical or scientific - to keep Tony’s body in line with his heart. Steve watched his love die, withered and grey, while he retained the appearance of a healthy thirty-year-old.
He’s seen them all die. Clint, Natasha, Jan, Magneto, Emma Frost, Jessica, Carol, Wanda, Peter. He witnessed Rachel Summer’s death, the passing of Sarah - Jan and Hank’s daughter, of Rose and Sampson - Susan and Reed Storm’s great grandchildren. Some in battle. Others, old age. He’s outlived superheroes and mutants alike.
At this point, it’s him and the forces of the galaxy that ebb and flow but never truly die that are left. Wolverine, somewhere, too, but he’s never been one for keeping company. It’s been over two hundred years since Steve was born, and he doesn’t look a day over thirty-five. The end is a long time coming and Steve is tired. He misses Tony. Some days he gets reckless in battle, makes mistakes he wouldn’t have one hundred years ago.
For the first time, Steve begins to hate the serum that pumps in his veins, hate the muscles and the sharp skills that come with them, hate his own youthful face. He’s not even Captain America anymore; he’s Captain Earth who represents the whole planet, the champion who stopped the Skrulls’ empire expansion. Yet when he surveys the world, sees the flying ships, notes the teleportation devices on each person, the peace that envelops nations, all he can think is Tony should be here. Steve is still a man out of time, despite living with futuristic technology for one hundred years; Tony - the futurist - had always been a man meant to thrive in the future.
He presses fingers to a faded and creased photograph he keeps despite access to the life-like holographics that have replaced them. And Steve hates what he is a little more.
Title: Tithonus
Author: MF Luder
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: G
Warning: (offscreen) character death
Word Count: 426
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Release me, and restore me to the ground
Author’s Notes: Not betaed. Summary quote from Alfred Tennyson's poem, "Tithonus".
Steve volunteered for Rebirth; he would do anything for his country. He wanted to fight, wanted not to be someone but to be part of something. He was grateful when it worked - went and fought the Nazis, the Red Skull, fought alongside his best friend, defended his country.
And then he died, before awaking into a world seventy years later and ages ahead. He lived a full life. He fought villains, protected the innocent, stood up for his values when the government tried to abuse him as their tool. He had girlfriends, friends, a family, he found true love.
Then Steve watched his true love die. His heart could beat for fifty life times, but there was no fountain of youth - magical or scientific - to keep Tony’s body in line with his heart. Steve watched his love die, withered and grey, while he retained the appearance of a healthy thirty-year-old.
He’s seen them all die. Clint, Natasha, Jan, Magneto, Emma Frost, Jessica, Carol, Wanda, Peter. He witnessed Rachel Summer’s death, the passing of Sarah - Jan and Hank’s daughter, of Rose and Sampson - Susan and Reed Storm’s great grandchildren. Some in battle. Others, old age. He’s outlived superheroes and mutants alike.
At this point, it’s him and the forces of the galaxy that ebb and flow but never truly die that are left. Wolverine, somewhere, too, but he’s never been one for keeping company. It’s been over two hundred years since Steve was born, and he doesn’t look a day over thirty-five. The end is a long time coming and Steve is tired. He misses Tony. Some days he gets reckless in battle, makes mistakes he wouldn’t have one hundred years ago.
For the first time, Steve begins to hate the serum that pumps in his veins, hate the muscles and the sharp skills that come with them, hate his own youthful face. He’s not even Captain America anymore; he’s Captain Earth who represents the whole planet, the champion who stopped the Skrulls’ empire expansion. Yet when he surveys the world, sees the flying ships, notes the teleportation devices on each person, the peace that envelops nations, all he can think is Tony should be here. Steve is still a man out of time, despite living with futuristic technology for one hundred years; Tony - the futurist - had always been a man meant to thrive in the future.
He presses fingers to a faded and creased photograph he keeps despite access to the life-like holographics that have replaced them. And Steve hates what he is a little more.