Fic: Shipper on Board
Title: Shipper on Board
Fandom: Avengers/Marvel/all them movies
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Prompt: (from avengerkink) "I’m just saying if Steve/Bruce is a ship, its official ship name should be The Star-Spangled Banner. (x) because there needs to be a fic that addresses this"
Summary: There comes a day when there's no supervillain, and there's no monster, and it's just the Avengers at Tony's place listening to the gentle sound of rain against the roof.
Shipper on Board
There comes a day when there's no supervillain, and there's no monster, and it's just the Avengers at Tony's place listening to the gentle sound of rain against the roof. Natasha has taken the best chair (she always does, and no one's tried to argue since Tony suffered that fractured rib), and she mutters to herself occasionally as she flies through her giant book of sudoku. Clint and Tony are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, legs crossed, leaning forward intently with controllers grasped tightly in their hands as zombie after zombie meets its grisly end on the screen. Thor is curled up on the loveseat, frowning in distress as he flips feverishly through the last few pages of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and the gentle clink of plates in the kitchen tells them all that Pepper is almost done making them the sandwiches that Tony requested, bambi-eyed, a few minutes ago.
As for Steve, he's on the sofa, fingers running absently through Bruce's hair. Bruce seems to be falling asleep, and Steve smiles, planting a gentle kiss on his lover's head, and goes back to watching the rain falling outside. An odd sound from the TV draws his attention just as Clint and Tony throw up their hands in dismay, having both died by zombie ambush. Clint sits there sniping at Tony about not rushing in without a plan, while Tony tips back to lie face-up on the carpet, flailing his feet somewhat childishly and insisting Clint shouldn't have been that low on ammo.
Then, Tony's eyes fall on Steve and Bruce, and he falls silent. For a moment, Clint keeps complaining, but eventually he, too, stops talking, and looks at his teammates as if to ask what's up with Tony. Steve gives a one-shouldered shrug, and Bruce goes on dozing. Tony, meanwhile, starts to smile, grin growing wider and wider in glee. "What?" Clint asks, looking back at Tony.
"They," Tony splutters around a giggle, pointing at Steve and Bruce, "they... those two..."
"What?" Steve asks, a little defensively.
"You're the... the Star-Spangled Banner!" Tony chokes out, rolling over onto his stomach to howl with laughter.
Clint snorts. "They totally are, you're right."
Natasha rolls her eyes and keeps on doing her sudoku.
Thor drops his book to the floor and leans over, teary-eyed, to grab Deathly Hallows.
Pepper opens the door and shakes her head as she brings in the sandwiches.
And Steve just pulls Bruce, who's blinking sleepily, a little closer. He can't help the smile that dances around his lips. He has to admit, the name has a certain charm.
Fandom: Avengers/Marvel/all them movies
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Prompt: (from avengerkink) "I’m just saying if Steve/Bruce is a ship, its official ship name should be The Star-Spangled Banner. (x) because there needs to be a fic that addresses this"
Summary: There comes a day when there's no supervillain, and there's no monster, and it's just the Avengers at Tony's place listening to the gentle sound of rain against the roof.
Shipper on Board
There comes a day when there's no supervillain, and there's no monster, and it's just the Avengers at Tony's place listening to the gentle sound of rain against the roof. Natasha has taken the best chair (she always does, and no one's tried to argue since Tony suffered that fractured rib), and she mutters to herself occasionally as she flies through her giant book of sudoku. Clint and Tony are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, legs crossed, leaning forward intently with controllers grasped tightly in their hands as zombie after zombie meets its grisly end on the screen. Thor is curled up on the loveseat, frowning in distress as he flips feverishly through the last few pages of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and the gentle clink of plates in the kitchen tells them all that Pepper is almost done making them the sandwiches that Tony requested, bambi-eyed, a few minutes ago.
As for Steve, he's on the sofa, fingers running absently through Bruce's hair. Bruce seems to be falling asleep, and Steve smiles, planting a gentle kiss on his lover's head, and goes back to watching the rain falling outside. An odd sound from the TV draws his attention just as Clint and Tony throw up their hands in dismay, having both died by zombie ambush. Clint sits there sniping at Tony about not rushing in without a plan, while Tony tips back to lie face-up on the carpet, flailing his feet somewhat childishly and insisting Clint shouldn't have been that low on ammo.
Then, Tony's eyes fall on Steve and Bruce, and he falls silent. For a moment, Clint keeps complaining, but eventually he, too, stops talking, and looks at his teammates as if to ask what's up with Tony. Steve gives a one-shouldered shrug, and Bruce goes on dozing. Tony, meanwhile, starts to smile, grin growing wider and wider in glee. "What?" Clint asks, looking back at Tony.
"They," Tony splutters around a giggle, pointing at Steve and Bruce, "they... those two..."
"What?" Steve asks, a little defensively.
"You're the... the Star-Spangled Banner!" Tony chokes out, rolling over onto his stomach to howl with laughter.
Clint snorts. "They totally are, you're right."
Natasha rolls her eyes and keeps on doing her sudoku.
Thor drops his book to the floor and leans over, teary-eyed, to grab Deathly Hallows.
Pepper opens the door and shakes her head as she brings in the sandwiches.
And Steve just pulls Bruce, who's blinking sleepily, a little closer. He can't help the smile that dances around his lips. He has to admit, the name has a certain charm.