Two Kink Meme Fills - Angst and Humor
Title: Count Me In
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, ANGST
Fandom: the Avengers
Spoilers: A teeny bit.
Warnings: Did I mention Angst?
Word Count: 800~ish
Summary: A busy Tony is a left out Tony.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt. The team making it up to Tony was beyond me, but other more capable author's helped me out. Just click the prompt link, you'll find them there.
Count Me In
Tony stared, not quite believing his eyes.
Life as Tony Stark is hectic and busy. StarkIndustries, the Avengers, SHIELD, fundraisers and other PR stuff, Tony barely had enough time to sleep. At the beginning, right after Loki's little invasion, he had had more time to spend with the team. Shawarma, movie nights, or just plain hanging out. But then New York finished rebuilding, and StarkIndustries lent the Arc-Reactor for the city's use, and Tony had to spend three weeks watching over it, rebuilding parts that weren't prepared for the strain of an entire city, monitoring energy output and the like. He had to turn the guys down, he honestly didn't have time to join them on that team-building trip or whatever. If it wasn't for Pepper shoving food down his throat between running diagnostics, he probably wouldn't even have eaten at all.
But then the public wanted to know more about his invention, so he'd had interviews, public appearances, spots on TV to explain how the Arc Reactor would manage to supply clean energy for another hundred years for the whole city. Then he had to field away idiots wanting to buy the design, he had to protect his baby from greedy hands and blood-thirsty warmongers. He had to rewire the damn thing so that the energy output couldn't be used for powering weapons or other death machines. And while he did that, he couldn't turn it off or the city would have his head, so he had to work around the open conduits and electrified wires.
Then he had to deal with fuel companies bitching at their drop in profit and he had that award from Green Peace and that trip to Great Britain to discuss making an Arc Reactor for them with the Queen, then Fury came bitching at him about a new Helicarrier and maybe some new tech for his Agents, and Tony barely even had time to breathe.
And during all that, the guys dropped by to invite him for this fun activity or that. A game of darts, a Star Wars marathon, paintball (who the hell came up with that idea he'd never know) or even eating dinner together. And Tony had to turn them down, he'd been too busy, maybe next time, but the next time never really happened because he had to say no again.
But finally, after months of working non-stop, Tony finally had a day off. A day free of work, and he'd be able to spend some time with the other Avengers, do some science with Bruce, drink and laugh with Clint, tease the Cap and Thor with slang, Hell, even get a manicure with Natasha.
He'd gotten a good night's sleep, woke bright and early and waited for the invitation to join them in whatever they had planned for today. He had grinned to himself, imagining their faces when he'd say 'Sure, count me in.'
But they never came. He'd waited and waited, got bored and started working on the toaster, and waited some more. But they never came. But he'd believed they would eventually wander down or even send a message and he could say yes, finally he could say yes to their invitation.
Then his coffee run out. So he'd gotten up and gone to the kitchen to brew some more, maybe even make the guys some too. Then he could go and pester them for a change. Turnabout's fair play and all that.
But they were already there. Sitting in the living room, talking and laughing, the Lord of the Rings playing on the large plasma. They had snacks and drinks already and were sitting all cozy, next to each other and laughing. Laughing.
Today was movie night then. Without Tony.
And Tony wanted nothing more than to ask 'Hey, guys. What's going on?' Wanted nothing more than to just take a few steps more and grin at them, to join them.
But they hadn't invited him. The only day Tony could say yes, and they hadn't invited him. And they already looked so happy, laughing at inside jokes that Tony didn't understand.
Because Tony wasn't on the inside. He was on the outside, watching them have fun without him.
So Tony turned around on his heel and left. He went back down to his workshop, and grabbed the nearest bottle, draining half of it in one go. The alcohol burned going down, but it didn't help ease the tightness in Tony's chest.
Dummy clicked at him worriedly, nudging him gently and Tony smiled sadly, petting the metal arm. Dummy beeped then whirled away. He came back moments later with a soldering iron and the remains of the toaster, setting them down in front of Tony and waiting eagerly for instruction on how he could help.
Tony grinned at him through suddenly wet eyes. “Sure, buddy. Count me in.”
Title: Kidnapped Omega
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, Humor
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Spoilers: None
Warnings: OMEGAVERSE
Word Count: 600~ish
Summary: Tony is the only Omega on the team. Steve pretty much had a heart attack when he learned that Tony got kidnapped.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt.
Kidnapped Omega
Steve nearly had a heart-attack when he'd found out. Tony had been kidnapped. Tony, their resident infuriating genius and only Omega on the team. And Steve remembered what happened to Omegas in HYDRA labs, had read the reports, had seen the bodies, had helped gather up mutilated remain to carry outside and back home.
He could only imagine what HYDRA would do to an enemy Omega now, after 70 years of planning and new torture devices. He could only imagine and pray Tony would still be in one piece when they find him.
He could only pray.
*~*
They found him. After nearly three days without any luck, finally they located the HYDRA facility, hidden inside a mountain. And every intel they had gathered pointed towards Tony being there.
The Avengers assembled and went to get their Omega back.
*~*
“Hey, guys! What took you so long?” Tony grinned, waving a wrench at them in greeting. “Seriously, you guys could not have come at a better time! I need some help moving this servo here, I can't quite reach the module. Jolly Green, be a bud and lend a hand?”
Hulk grunted, but obliged and ripped the servo off the machine.
“Well, not exactly what I had in mind, but no problem! I can work around it, what do you think, Hulkie-poo, this'll be good enough without that part. Hell, I could rewrite the coding entirely and it could be an ice-cream maker instead, easy-peasy. Pour milk and ice-cream mix or whatever down here and yummy frosty goodness will come out the big-ass gun. Then again, I could rewire everything, mount it securely and it could be the biggest drink shaker in existence. So hard to decide, guys, help me out here.”
“I vote ice-cream.” Clint offered, climbing up the giant weapon of mass destruction to get to Tony.
“Wait- Tony, did you spend the entire three days building... that?” Steve asked, looking around for any HYDRA personnel. There wasn't any.
“Three days? Didn't feel like that little. More like a week, maybe two, especially cause they opened the show with some psychological torture. I heard that blurs the timeline somewhat, I'll have to look into that.”
“Tony? What happened?”
“Well, what do you think? They locked me in this cell with bright lights and loud annoying music blaring at me. Seriously, and I thought disco was bad. Anyway, I rewired the door and got out, then I got to the control center, and triggered the evacuation alarm, only without opening the outside doors. After they filed in, it was easy like pie to just lock them in the escape bays and blare some music at them. Only I'm not that cruel, so instead of whatever the fuck that had been, I've put on some AC/DC, full volume. Hey, their fault for having most of the place automated, a kid could do it. Then I wandered here, got bored, so now I'm working on the big destructo machines.” He tapped the wrench thoughtfully against his chin. “Maybe I could take it apart and just build a car. My own model, the Stark 3000 has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Have to remember to tell Pepper.”
Steve stared at him, having problems believing a single Omega had taken down a HYDRA facility. Then again, said Omega was Tony Stark, and if anyone could do it... nope, still not computing, how the Hell did he manage that?!
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, ANGST
Fandom: the Avengers
Spoilers: A teeny bit.
Warnings: Did I mention Angst?
Word Count: 800~ish
Summary: A busy Tony is a left out Tony.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt. The team making it up to Tony was beyond me, but other more capable author's helped me out. Just click the prompt link, you'll find them there.
Count Me In
Tony stared, not quite believing his eyes.
Life as Tony Stark is hectic and busy. StarkIndustries, the Avengers, SHIELD, fundraisers and other PR stuff, Tony barely had enough time to sleep. At the beginning, right after Loki's little invasion, he had had more time to spend with the team. Shawarma, movie nights, or just plain hanging out. But then New York finished rebuilding, and StarkIndustries lent the Arc-Reactor for the city's use, and Tony had to spend three weeks watching over it, rebuilding parts that weren't prepared for the strain of an entire city, monitoring energy output and the like. He had to turn the guys down, he honestly didn't have time to join them on that team-building trip or whatever. If it wasn't for Pepper shoving food down his throat between running diagnostics, he probably wouldn't even have eaten at all.
But then the public wanted to know more about his invention, so he'd had interviews, public appearances, spots on TV to explain how the Arc Reactor would manage to supply clean energy for another hundred years for the whole city. Then he had to field away idiots wanting to buy the design, he had to protect his baby from greedy hands and blood-thirsty warmongers. He had to rewire the damn thing so that the energy output couldn't be used for powering weapons or other death machines. And while he did that, he couldn't turn it off or the city would have his head, so he had to work around the open conduits and electrified wires.
Then he had to deal with fuel companies bitching at their drop in profit and he had that award from Green Peace and that trip to Great Britain to discuss making an Arc Reactor for them with the Queen, then Fury came bitching at him about a new Helicarrier and maybe some new tech for his Agents, and Tony barely even had time to breathe.
And during all that, the guys dropped by to invite him for this fun activity or that. A game of darts, a Star Wars marathon, paintball (who the hell came up with that idea he'd never know) or even eating dinner together. And Tony had to turn them down, he'd been too busy, maybe next time, but the next time never really happened because he had to say no again.
But finally, after months of working non-stop, Tony finally had a day off. A day free of work, and he'd be able to spend some time with the other Avengers, do some science with Bruce, drink and laugh with Clint, tease the Cap and Thor with slang, Hell, even get a manicure with Natasha.
He'd gotten a good night's sleep, woke bright and early and waited for the invitation to join them in whatever they had planned for today. He had grinned to himself, imagining their faces when he'd say 'Sure, count me in.'
But they never came. He'd waited and waited, got bored and started working on the toaster, and waited some more. But they never came. But he'd believed they would eventually wander down or even send a message and he could say yes, finally he could say yes to their invitation.
Then his coffee run out. So he'd gotten up and gone to the kitchen to brew some more, maybe even make the guys some too. Then he could go and pester them for a change. Turnabout's fair play and all that.
But they were already there. Sitting in the living room, talking and laughing, the Lord of the Rings playing on the large plasma. They had snacks and drinks already and were sitting all cozy, next to each other and laughing. Laughing.
Today was movie night then. Without Tony.
And Tony wanted nothing more than to ask 'Hey, guys. What's going on?' Wanted nothing more than to just take a few steps more and grin at them, to join them.
But they hadn't invited him. The only day Tony could say yes, and they hadn't invited him. And they already looked so happy, laughing at inside jokes that Tony didn't understand.
Because Tony wasn't on the inside. He was on the outside, watching them have fun without him.
So Tony turned around on his heel and left. He went back down to his workshop, and grabbed the nearest bottle, draining half of it in one go. The alcohol burned going down, but it didn't help ease the tightness in Tony's chest.
Dummy clicked at him worriedly, nudging him gently and Tony smiled sadly, petting the metal arm. Dummy beeped then whirled away. He came back moments later with a soldering iron and the remains of the toaster, setting them down in front of Tony and waiting eagerly for instruction on how he could help.
Tony grinned at him through suddenly wet eyes. “Sure, buddy. Count me in.”
Title: Kidnapped Omega
Author: madwriter223
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, Humor
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Spoilers: None
Warnings: OMEGAVERSE
Word Count: 600~ish
Summary: Tony is the only Omega on the team. Steve pretty much had a heart attack when he learned that Tony got kidnapped.
Author's Note: Written for a Kink Meme prompt.
Kidnapped Omega
Steve nearly had a heart-attack when he'd found out. Tony had been kidnapped. Tony, their resident infuriating genius and only Omega on the team. And Steve remembered what happened to Omegas in HYDRA labs, had read the reports, had seen the bodies, had helped gather up mutilated remain to carry outside and back home.
He could only imagine what HYDRA would do to an enemy Omega now, after 70 years of planning and new torture devices. He could only imagine and pray Tony would still be in one piece when they find him.
He could only pray.
*~*
They found him. After nearly three days without any luck, finally they located the HYDRA facility, hidden inside a mountain. And every intel they had gathered pointed towards Tony being there.
The Avengers assembled and went to get their Omega back.
*~*
“Hey, guys! What took you so long?” Tony grinned, waving a wrench at them in greeting. “Seriously, you guys could not have come at a better time! I need some help moving this servo here, I can't quite reach the module. Jolly Green, be a bud and lend a hand?”
Hulk grunted, but obliged and ripped the servo off the machine.
“Well, not exactly what I had in mind, but no problem! I can work around it, what do you think, Hulkie-poo, this'll be good enough without that part. Hell, I could rewrite the coding entirely and it could be an ice-cream maker instead, easy-peasy. Pour milk and ice-cream mix or whatever down here and yummy frosty goodness will come out the big-ass gun. Then again, I could rewire everything, mount it securely and it could be the biggest drink shaker in existence. So hard to decide, guys, help me out here.”
“I vote ice-cream.” Clint offered, climbing up the giant weapon of mass destruction to get to Tony.
“Wait- Tony, did you spend the entire three days building... that?” Steve asked, looking around for any HYDRA personnel. There wasn't any.
“Three days? Didn't feel like that little. More like a week, maybe two, especially cause they opened the show with some psychological torture. I heard that blurs the timeline somewhat, I'll have to look into that.”
“Tony? What happened?”
“Well, what do you think? They locked me in this cell with bright lights and loud annoying music blaring at me. Seriously, and I thought disco was bad. Anyway, I rewired the door and got out, then I got to the control center, and triggered the evacuation alarm, only without opening the outside doors. After they filed in, it was easy like pie to just lock them in the escape bays and blare some music at them. Only I'm not that cruel, so instead of whatever the fuck that had been, I've put on some AC/DC, full volume. Hey, their fault for having most of the place automated, a kid could do it. Then I wandered here, got bored, so now I'm working on the big destructo machines.” He tapped the wrench thoughtfully against his chin. “Maybe I could take it apart and just build a car. My own model, the Stark 3000 has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Have to remember to tell Pepper.”
Steve stared at him, having problems believing a single Omega had taken down a HYDRA facility. Then again, said Omega was Tony Stark, and if anyone could do it... nope, still not computing, how the Hell did he manage that?!