fic - Side Effects May Include...
Okay, so I'm just going to start posting all my fics to my lj besides just the comms I'm a part of. Sorry to everyone on my f-list *^_^*
Title: Side Effects May Include...
Author:To-Shiki
Rated: PG
Beta read: Nope
Universe: No clue. Tony has the arc reactor as a night light
Summary: Steve has noticed how bad Tony's addiction is.
Disclaimer: If these guys belonged to me all these fanfics would be made into offical comic books and sold for all to enjoy. Since this has not happened...they are not mine ~_~
Notes: So I just joined this fandom about...2 weeks ago. I haven't read comic books in about 10 years, so I have no idea what's been going on except from what I've read from 'fics. This is my first fic, please be gentle?
Side Effects may Include...
Steve watched as Tony literally bounced from one side of his lab to another. He would barely touch something before moving to something else, muttering to himself and blinking rapidly. Last Steve could recall it had been at least three and a half days since the other man had graced their bed with his presence. The cot over in the far corner of the lab, while the blanket was rumpled and pillow on the floor, there was no indent where a body would have laid. Conclusion: Tony hasn't slept.
"Tony?"
The shorter man didn't seem to hear him. A mug of coffee was grabbed and nearly inhaled as he missed his mouth. But he didn't miss a beat. Tony merely lowered the mug to the correct level, swallowed two huge gulps of cold coffee and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe excess liquid off his van dyke and nose.
Steve could count the ribs sticking out from where the shirt revealed flesh. Brows furrowed togther in concern and agitation. Clearly the genius of the two has forgotten to eat. Again.
"Tony."
Ignored again. This time, Stark stood near the wall where his suit was hanging from its chains. Grease smudged fingers trailed over the metal a hair's breath away. He stood there faintly swaying from side to side as he stared at the gleaming red and gold. Steve could barely make out the glow from the arc reactor shining through the thin white tank to reflect off the suit. He glanced at the sparce clutter-free spots on tables and counted the number of rings left by the coffee mug.
There were about 10 rings too many. And was that one of those tiny espresso cups?
"Tony!"
This time, instead of just calling out his name, Steve strode over to the other man and grabbed his shoulder. He could feel the muscles trembling underneath warmer than normal skin. He gently tugged and guided Tony into turning around to face him. Now that he was so close he could see how bad off Tony really was.
Normally a thin layer of makeup could hide the dark shadows hanging out under his eyes. With so little sleep there was no way that was going to happen. They were so dark that people would wonder if he'd been hit in the face with one of his contraptions on accident. His eyes were dialated more than they should have been in the low lighting and he stared at Steve without seeming to really see him. His cheeks were flushed with a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face. The lab and amount of his moving wasn't enough for him to have worked up a sweat at all.
"Tony." Steve placed his hand on Tony's chin and lifted, waiting until glazed eyes attempted to focus on his. "We need to go upstairs. You need to eat something and sleep." He ran his hand through the short black hair and frowned. Fingers curled to massage Tony's scalp. "And a shower. Definetly adding a shower to that list."
"Hmmm," Tony hummed in either agreement or acknowledgement, it was hard to tell. He lifted the mug back to his lips, still staring at Steve. A puzzled expression crossed his face when nothing met his lips. He stared down at his hand trying to figure out why it was empty. The clunking of ceramic hitting the table next to him barely registered. He let Steve wrap an arm around his shoulders and steer him towards the stairs.
Maybe he was taking him to more caffeine?
Things blurred after he stumbled up the first step. He blinked hard and found himself staring down at a bowl of something mushy and steaming. Without even thinking about it he inhaled the rising steam and raised a spoon full of whatever it was to his lips. A deep voice whispered encouragingly into his ear, a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
Three full blinks later found him standing in the shower, head resting on a broad chest while large hands caressed his body with a soft cloth. He sighed and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of someone else in control of his actions. A hand found the strength to reach up and curl the fingers around flesh where the arm bent. The chest underneath his ear rumbled with supressed laughter.
"Still with me?"
"Mmhmm." Tony parted his lips enough to lay a kiss upon Steve's chest. After a moment's thought, he licked the spot, using the water running down to moisten his dry mouth. He repeated the action lazily while Steve washed the cold sweat and grease off his body.
A long blink later found him laying on his side on his king sized bed, black silk sheets wrapped around his waist. One strong arm was under his head acting as a pillow while the other was wrapped snugly around his torso, fingers trailing patterns over and around the arc reactor. The body that those arms belonged to was pressed up against his back from shoulders to knees. The warmth radiating from Steve's body was enough to lull him into sleep.
Unknown to poor Tony, Steve had read up on the dangers of caffeine consumption. He had talked to people, doctors and even visited a University nearby and questioned students. Poor, poor Tony had no idea the evil plot brewing within captain America's mind...
~To Be Continued?~
How was it? Would anyone be interested in a sequel? Lj-Cut, why does you hate me ;_;
Title: Side Effects May Include...
Author:To-Shiki
Rated: PG
Beta read: Nope
Universe: No clue. Tony has the arc reactor as a night light
Summary: Steve has noticed how bad Tony's addiction is.
Disclaimer: If these guys belonged to me all these fanfics would be made into offical comic books and sold for all to enjoy. Since this has not happened...they are not mine ~_~
Notes: So I just joined this fandom about...2 weeks ago. I haven't read comic books in about 10 years, so I have no idea what's been going on except from what I've read from 'fics. This is my first fic, please be gentle?
Side Effects may Include...
Steve watched as Tony literally bounced from one side of his lab to another. He would barely touch something before moving to something else, muttering to himself and blinking rapidly. Last Steve could recall it had been at least three and a half days since the other man had graced their bed with his presence. The cot over in the far corner of the lab, while the blanket was rumpled and pillow on the floor, there was no indent where a body would have laid. Conclusion: Tony hasn't slept.
"Tony?"
The shorter man didn't seem to hear him. A mug of coffee was grabbed and nearly inhaled as he missed his mouth. But he didn't miss a beat. Tony merely lowered the mug to the correct level, swallowed two huge gulps of cold coffee and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe excess liquid off his van dyke and nose.
Steve could count the ribs sticking out from where the shirt revealed flesh. Brows furrowed togther in concern and agitation. Clearly the genius of the two has forgotten to eat. Again.
"Tony."
Ignored again. This time, Stark stood near the wall where his suit was hanging from its chains. Grease smudged fingers trailed over the metal a hair's breath away. He stood there faintly swaying from side to side as he stared at the gleaming red and gold. Steve could barely make out the glow from the arc reactor shining through the thin white tank to reflect off the suit. He glanced at the sparce clutter-free spots on tables and counted the number of rings left by the coffee mug.
There were about 10 rings too many. And was that one of those tiny espresso cups?
"Tony!"
This time, instead of just calling out his name, Steve strode over to the other man and grabbed his shoulder. He could feel the muscles trembling underneath warmer than normal skin. He gently tugged and guided Tony into turning around to face him. Now that he was so close he could see how bad off Tony really was.
Normally a thin layer of makeup could hide the dark shadows hanging out under his eyes. With so little sleep there was no way that was going to happen. They were so dark that people would wonder if he'd been hit in the face with one of his contraptions on accident. His eyes were dialated more than they should have been in the low lighting and he stared at Steve without seeming to really see him. His cheeks were flushed with a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face. The lab and amount of his moving wasn't enough for him to have worked up a sweat at all.
"Tony." Steve placed his hand on Tony's chin and lifted, waiting until glazed eyes attempted to focus on his. "We need to go upstairs. You need to eat something and sleep." He ran his hand through the short black hair and frowned. Fingers curled to massage Tony's scalp. "And a shower. Definetly adding a shower to that list."
"Hmmm," Tony hummed in either agreement or acknowledgement, it was hard to tell. He lifted the mug back to his lips, still staring at Steve. A puzzled expression crossed his face when nothing met his lips. He stared down at his hand trying to figure out why it was empty. The clunking of ceramic hitting the table next to him barely registered. He let Steve wrap an arm around his shoulders and steer him towards the stairs.
Maybe he was taking him to more caffeine?
Things blurred after he stumbled up the first step. He blinked hard and found himself staring down at a bowl of something mushy and steaming. Without even thinking about it he inhaled the rising steam and raised a spoon full of whatever it was to his lips. A deep voice whispered encouragingly into his ear, a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
Three full blinks later found him standing in the shower, head resting on a broad chest while large hands caressed his body with a soft cloth. He sighed and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of someone else in control of his actions. A hand found the strength to reach up and curl the fingers around flesh where the arm bent. The chest underneath his ear rumbled with supressed laughter.
"Still with me?"
"Mmhmm." Tony parted his lips enough to lay a kiss upon Steve's chest. After a moment's thought, he licked the spot, using the water running down to moisten his dry mouth. He repeated the action lazily while Steve washed the cold sweat and grease off his body.
A long blink later found him laying on his side on his king sized bed, black silk sheets wrapped around his waist. One strong arm was under his head acting as a pillow while the other was wrapped snugly around his torso, fingers trailing patterns over and around the arc reactor. The body that those arms belonged to was pressed up against his back from shoulders to knees. The warmth radiating from Steve's body was enough to lull him into sleep.
Unknown to poor Tony, Steve had read up on the dangers of caffeine consumption. He had talked to people, doctors and even visited a University nearby and questioned students. Poor, poor Tony had no idea the evil plot brewing within captain America's mind...
~To Be Continued?~
How was it? Would anyone be interested in a sequel? Lj-Cut, why does you hate me ;_;