Avengers: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 2
Title: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 2
Fandom: Iron Man, Avengers
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: T
Summary: In retrospect, maybe Steve should have asked for permission from his subject first.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 43: Kink | Prompt: voyeurism | future!Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Dummy is adorable, okay. Also written mostly in Steve's POV so it's probably OOC. Which is why I'm doing it in his POV in the first place. I'm trying to get a hang of it, because Tony's much easier to figure out for me (is that a bad thing?).
Dedication: This series is for my dear friend, annika_lee, who was the one who introduced me to the fandom and joins me in my feels for my OTP.
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Tony was true to his word when he said that it wasn’t going to be quiet in the workshop.
Aside from the booming music of AC/DC (which wasn’t that loud anymore since Tony had JARVIS set the volume to fifty), there was a constant bang of metal and whirring of machines around. Dummy wasn’t the only robot walking, or rather, wheeling around. There was also You and Butterfingers, who were obviously much more cooperative than Dummy was.
It was, as Steve found, a constant cause for consternation on Tony’s part.
“Dummy, I said I needed a wrench, not the bench.” The brunette had a frown fixed on his features at the sight of a short bench the robot set beside him. “Do I need to fix your auditory circuits again?”
Dummy’s arm bent downwards in what Steve interpreted as sadness. Tony sighed and scratched the back of his head with the screwdriver he was holding.
“Fine. Never mind. I was getting tired of standing anyway.” He made a show of sitting on the bench before pointing a stern finger at the robot. “Now, get me the wrench before I send you off to a college where they can experiment on your faulty wiring.”
The AI’s arm lifted. Dummy spun around twice before wheeling off happily to obey. Steve saw Tony’s expression turn fond for a split second before the billionaire turned back to his work, still sat on the bench.
It showed Steve another side to the man that made him deeply regret his words from about a month ago, on the day they first met in the Helicarrier. He wanted to apologize but he didn’t want to disturb Tony any more than he already had.
So, he went for skipping the finishing touches to the cityscape he was sketching and starting on an outline for a new drawing.
He became so engrossed in it that everything else just melted into white noise for him. He lost himself in the lines of the sketch, the contrast between his dark and light shading making a chiaroscuro that emphasized and characterized his chosen subject vividly. Because his subject could be the most outstanding of opposites in ways that Steve never imagined a person could be-
-and, suddenly, he couldn’t continue because his sketch pad was abruptly pulled from his hands.
“Hey!” he protested, before staring when he realized that it was Dummy that held the pad. The AI waved the pad twice before wheeling over towards Tony.
At that moment, Steve thought it was in his best interest to get the pad before the genius saw it.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated how fast the robot could be and could only watch forlornly as Dummy poked Tony with one of the pad’s edges. On instinct, it seemed, he turned and grabbed the object and almost hit the robot with his wrench. His surprise quickly morphed into another frown.
“Dummy, what did I say about prodding my back with anything?” Tony scolded, waving the pad at the robot. “If I hit you, we’d need a whole lot of time fixing up your dented cover and replacing your messy sensors. And that’s time we don’t have if we’re to finish that motor by tonight-what are you doing, Dummy?”
The robot repeated the action of poking, except, this time, he did it to the sketch pad. Steve thought it was high time he interrupted.
“Uh, sorry, Tony, that’s mine,” he said with a sheepish grin. “He got it from me. I should’ve kept a tighter hold on it.”
Tony blinked at him, as if only remembering his presence now (which, Steve felt, was actually the case). Then, to the blonde’s secret horror, he actually looked at the most recent sketch. His expression became blank for a whole minute, making Steve resist the urge to fidget under the awkward silence. Only his experiences on stage kept him in place.
Then, Tony abruptly returned his sketch pad with a grin.
“Here you go, Capsicle. Didn’t think you’d draw my charming self, but, hey, thanks. Keep at it.” His smile widened minutely. “And you had Dummy in it too. Must’ve been why he grabbed it. Which reminds me-” He turned back to the currently-spinning robot. “Dummy, you’re not supposed to take other people’s stuff. That’s stealing and that’s bad, do you understand me? I swear, you useless lump of metal, I’m gonna reprogram you if you ever do that again, you get me? Now, you’re going to apologize or I’ll stick you to fire duty even longer.”
Steve watched as the robot bowed with the most equivalent to a pout (was that even possible?) under Tony’s scrutiny. He laughed and forgave the wayward robot, because it seemed like he now got a compliment and an implied permission from his subject to draw him even more.
Well, that was how Steve wanted to interpret it anyway. And he had Dummy to thank for that.
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To be continued. ==> Part 3
Edited (7/22/12): For Steve's character =P
Fandom: Iron Man, Avengers
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: T
Summary: In retrospect, maybe Steve should have asked for permission from his subject first.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 43: Kink | Prompt: voyeurism | future!Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Dummy is adorable, okay. Also written mostly in Steve's POV so it's probably OOC. Which is why I'm doing it in his POV in the first place. I'm trying to get a hang of it, because Tony's much easier to figure out for me (is that a bad thing?).
Dedication: This series is for my dear friend, annika_lee, who was the one who introduced me to the fandom and joins me in my feels for my OTP.
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Tony was true to his word when he said that it wasn’t going to be quiet in the workshop.
Aside from the booming music of AC/DC (which wasn’t that loud anymore since Tony had JARVIS set the volume to fifty), there was a constant bang of metal and whirring of machines around. Dummy wasn’t the only robot walking, or rather, wheeling around. There was also You and Butterfingers, who were obviously much more cooperative than Dummy was.
It was, as Steve found, a constant cause for consternation on Tony’s part.
“Dummy, I said I needed a wrench, not the bench.” The brunette had a frown fixed on his features at the sight of a short bench the robot set beside him. “Do I need to fix your auditory circuits again?”
Dummy’s arm bent downwards in what Steve interpreted as sadness. Tony sighed and scratched the back of his head with the screwdriver he was holding.
“Fine. Never mind. I was getting tired of standing anyway.” He made a show of sitting on the bench before pointing a stern finger at the robot. “Now, get me the wrench before I send you off to a college where they can experiment on your faulty wiring.”
The AI’s arm lifted. Dummy spun around twice before wheeling off happily to obey. Steve saw Tony’s expression turn fond for a split second before the billionaire turned back to his work, still sat on the bench.
It showed Steve another side to the man that made him deeply regret his words from about a month ago, on the day they first met in the Helicarrier. He wanted to apologize but he didn’t want to disturb Tony any more than he already had.
So, he went for skipping the finishing touches to the cityscape he was sketching and starting on an outline for a new drawing.
He became so engrossed in it that everything else just melted into white noise for him. He lost himself in the lines of the sketch, the contrast between his dark and light shading making a chiaroscuro that emphasized and characterized his chosen subject vividly. Because his subject could be the most outstanding of opposites in ways that Steve never imagined a person could be-
-and, suddenly, he couldn’t continue because his sketch pad was abruptly pulled from his hands.
“Hey!” he protested, before staring when he realized that it was Dummy that held the pad. The AI waved the pad twice before wheeling over towards Tony.
At that moment, Steve thought it was in his best interest to get the pad before the genius saw it.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated how fast the robot could be and could only watch forlornly as Dummy poked Tony with one of the pad’s edges. On instinct, it seemed, he turned and grabbed the object and almost hit the robot with his wrench. His surprise quickly morphed into another frown.
“Dummy, what did I say about prodding my back with anything?” Tony scolded, waving the pad at the robot. “If I hit you, we’d need a whole lot of time fixing up your dented cover and replacing your messy sensors. And that’s time we don’t have if we’re to finish that motor by tonight-what are you doing, Dummy?”
The robot repeated the action of poking, except, this time, he did it to the sketch pad. Steve thought it was high time he interrupted.
“Uh, sorry, Tony, that’s mine,” he said with a sheepish grin. “He got it from me. I should’ve kept a tighter hold on it.”
Tony blinked at him, as if only remembering his presence now (which, Steve felt, was actually the case). Then, to the blonde’s secret horror, he actually looked at the most recent sketch. His expression became blank for a whole minute, making Steve resist the urge to fidget under the awkward silence. Only his experiences on stage kept him in place.
Then, Tony abruptly returned his sketch pad with a grin.
“Here you go, Capsicle. Didn’t think you’d draw my charming self, but, hey, thanks. Keep at it.” His smile widened minutely. “And you had Dummy in it too. Must’ve been why he grabbed it. Which reminds me-” He turned back to the currently-spinning robot. “Dummy, you’re not supposed to take other people’s stuff. That’s stealing and that’s bad, do you understand me? I swear, you useless lump of metal, I’m gonna reprogram you if you ever do that again, you get me? Now, you’re going to apologize or I’ll stick you to fire duty even longer.”
Steve watched as the robot bowed with the most equivalent to a pout (was that even possible?) under Tony’s scrutiny. He laughed and forgave the wayward robot, because it seemed like he now got a compliment and an implied permission from his subject to draw him even more.
Well, that was how Steve wanted to interpret it anyway. And he had Dummy to thank for that.
===
To be continued. ==> Part 3
Edited (7/22/12): For Steve's character =P