Fic: In Another's Eyes (Chapter Three)
Title: In Another’s Eyes
Fandom: The Avengers (AU-Cinematic Universe)
Characters: Antonia “Toni” Stark, Steve Rogers, others.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Toni/Steve
Warnings: Non-Con, bondage
Summary: A stalker is targeting Toni, which skews how she sees herself and how she allows others to see her.
Notes: I need to get a better icon for this story. My roommate drew me some really cute fanart of Toni, but I need to color it and try to scan it. I'm not very good at either. We'll see what happens.
Steve finds himself in Toni’s kitchen and it is a scary place indeed. He would never peg her as someone who liked to cook, yet her kitchen was stocked with every type of kitchen gadget he could imagine. And some that he couldn’t, honestly.
“Jarvis?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure why he did that, he knew Jarvis wasn’t a person in the ceiling. It just… it was polite to look at the person you were talking to. Even if the person was a voice in the ceiling.
“Yes, Captain?” came the reply. “How can I assist you?”
“On a scale of one to ten… how likely am I to blow something up if I try to cook dinner?”
“With ten meaning complete destruction?”
“Yes…”
“An eleven, sir.” Steve gulped; apparently Toni took her kitchen very seriously. “If you’d like, sir, I could walk you through the basics of heating up a frozen pizza.”
“Am I less likely to destroy things that way?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright… give me a second, I’ll ask Toni if that’s okay or if she wants something else.”
He goes into her bedroom and she’s not in there. Still in the shower, he thinks and walks over to the door; it’s just barely open and he can hear music. It’s not Toni’s music, it can’t possibly be Toni’s music. It’s slow and it’s soft and it’s beautiful… it is nothing like that awful stuff she normally listens too. The song about a bitch coming back came to mind (Steve thinks that song is so disrespectful towards women, but Toni insists okay because she ‘knows women like that and can’t find any flaws with his reasoning’). This song however… it’s not anything like that. He almost convinces himself that it’s definitely not Toni’s music when he realizes that she’s singing along.
“Well, maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. It's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light… it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…” Her voice cracks at ‘hallelujah’ and Steve can’t help looking in to check on her. He can see her in the shower, her silhouette through the tinted glass; her arm is against one of the walls and her head is resting on it. He hears her gasp for air and whisper “Oh god”… and he can feel his heart break as she slides to the floor, crying bitterly.
It takes every ounce of willpower he has to not go in and hold her, to promise her everything will be okay. The Toni he knows wouldn’t appreciate that… and even though the Toni he’s seeing now-the one crying on the floor of her shower-might appreciate it, he still turns and quietly walks away.
“Jarvis?” That’s Toni’s voice and he freezes in the hallway. “Was someone just in here?” He can hear the pain in her voice as she asks… there’s fear there as well.
“No, Miss Stark,” is the reply. “Captain Rogers is in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to warm up a pizza.”
“Tell him to stop. I’ll be out in a moment.” Steve takes the opportunity to run back to the kitchen as quietly as possible.
“Thanks, Jarvis,” he says softly.
“For what, Captain Rogers?” There’s a hint of amusement in that robotic voice that Steve can’t help smiling at.
“Trying to help me cook. I think I’ll just wait until Toni gets out here.”
“Very good, sir.”
Steve looks up when he hears Toni come down the hallway; his eyes widen and he instantly finds the kitchen wallpaper very interesting. He could see her staring at him out of the corner of his eye, her head cocked slightly, hand on her hip and dear god didn’t she look beautiful in the next to nothing she was wearing. It was going to be very hard to live with her for however long it was going to be.
“Jesus, Cap,” she says in that half amused, half annoyed tone she has. “You can’t be this innocent. You never would have survived high school!”
“We had separate locker rooms back then, Toni,” he stammers, continuing to admire the overpowering use of green in that ivy leaf on the wall.
“What about when you were on tour with… what were they called? The Star Spangled girls?” She was teasing him now and he knew it.
“Separate rooms then too.”
“And on stage?”
“It… it’s not polite to stare…”
“Oh for fucks sake, Cap! Look at me!”
“You’re not exactly decent right now, Toni!” he protested, trying his hardest not to blush.
“Captain Rogers!” she commanded in a voice he didn’t think he could come from a figure like hers. “Captain, I order you to look at me and you will look at me now!”
“Toni, you can’t pull rank on me…”
“Look at me now, Soldier!” He looked at her. He may have saluted, he wasn’t quite sure. He was too busy taking her in.
She was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Her dark hair curled more when it was wet, making it look shorter than its normal length of just below her ears. Droplets of water cascaded down her Malibu tanned skin, getting soaked up by the tank top and Capri sweatpants she was wearing. She was curvy, slightly built. She had to be to wear that suit of hers.
“Girls dress like this all the time, Cap,” he heard her say. “In public. You need to get used to this; otherwise, you will walk into oncoming traffic. Captain America will get killed by a double decker bus because he was staring at boobs… by the way, are you enjoying mine?”
“Not… not what I’m looking at…”
“Then what… oh.” While her breasts were magnificent (how on earth did she wear those tight shirts of hers?), what really caught his eye was the blue light glowing right above them. “I… um… yeah. Explaining to do?” Steve nodded, watching as she drew a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and let it out with a “hoo”. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” She smiled and walked into the kitchen.
“I’ll cook and talk, you sit and listen?” He smiled back.
“Sounds great.”
Fandom: The Avengers (AU-Cinematic Universe)
Characters: Antonia “Toni” Stark, Steve Rogers, others.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Toni/Steve
Warnings: Non-Con, bondage
Summary: A stalker is targeting Toni, which skews how she sees herself and how she allows others to see her.
Notes: I need to get a better icon for this story. My roommate drew me some really cute fanart of Toni, but I need to color it and try to scan it. I'm not very good at either. We'll see what happens.
Steve finds himself in Toni’s kitchen and it is a scary place indeed. He would never peg her as someone who liked to cook, yet her kitchen was stocked with every type of kitchen gadget he could imagine. And some that he couldn’t, honestly.
“Jarvis?” he asked, looking up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure why he did that, he knew Jarvis wasn’t a person in the ceiling. It just… it was polite to look at the person you were talking to. Even if the person was a voice in the ceiling.
“Yes, Captain?” came the reply. “How can I assist you?”
“On a scale of one to ten… how likely am I to blow something up if I try to cook dinner?”
“With ten meaning complete destruction?”
“Yes…”
“An eleven, sir.” Steve gulped; apparently Toni took her kitchen very seriously. “If you’d like, sir, I could walk you through the basics of heating up a frozen pizza.”
“Am I less likely to destroy things that way?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright… give me a second, I’ll ask Toni if that’s okay or if she wants something else.”
He goes into her bedroom and she’s not in there. Still in the shower, he thinks and walks over to the door; it’s just barely open and he can hear music. It’s not Toni’s music, it can’t possibly be Toni’s music. It’s slow and it’s soft and it’s beautiful… it is nothing like that awful stuff she normally listens too. The song about a bitch coming back came to mind (Steve thinks that song is so disrespectful towards women, but Toni insists okay because she ‘knows women like that and can’t find any flaws with his reasoning’). This song however… it’s not anything like that. He almost convinces himself that it’s definitely not Toni’s music when he realizes that she’s singing along.
“Well, maybe there's a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. It's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light… it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah…” Her voice cracks at ‘hallelujah’ and Steve can’t help looking in to check on her. He can see her in the shower, her silhouette through the tinted glass; her arm is against one of the walls and her head is resting on it. He hears her gasp for air and whisper “Oh god”… and he can feel his heart break as she slides to the floor, crying bitterly.
It takes every ounce of willpower he has to not go in and hold her, to promise her everything will be okay. The Toni he knows wouldn’t appreciate that… and even though the Toni he’s seeing now-the one crying on the floor of her shower-might appreciate it, he still turns and quietly walks away.
“Jarvis?” That’s Toni’s voice and he freezes in the hallway. “Was someone just in here?” He can hear the pain in her voice as she asks… there’s fear there as well.
“No, Miss Stark,” is the reply. “Captain Rogers is in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to warm up a pizza.”
“Tell him to stop. I’ll be out in a moment.” Steve takes the opportunity to run back to the kitchen as quietly as possible.
“Thanks, Jarvis,” he says softly.
“For what, Captain Rogers?” There’s a hint of amusement in that robotic voice that Steve can’t help smiling at.
“Trying to help me cook. I think I’ll just wait until Toni gets out here.”
“Very good, sir.”
Steve looks up when he hears Toni come down the hallway; his eyes widen and he instantly finds the kitchen wallpaper very interesting. He could see her staring at him out of the corner of his eye, her head cocked slightly, hand on her hip and dear god didn’t she look beautiful in the next to nothing she was wearing. It was going to be very hard to live with her for however long it was going to be.
“Jesus, Cap,” she says in that half amused, half annoyed tone she has. “You can’t be this innocent. You never would have survived high school!”
“We had separate locker rooms back then, Toni,” he stammers, continuing to admire the overpowering use of green in that ivy leaf on the wall.
“What about when you were on tour with… what were they called? The Star Spangled girls?” She was teasing him now and he knew it.
“Separate rooms then too.”
“And on stage?”
“It… it’s not polite to stare…”
“Oh for fucks sake, Cap! Look at me!”
“You’re not exactly decent right now, Toni!” he protested, trying his hardest not to blush.
“Captain Rogers!” she commanded in a voice he didn’t think he could come from a figure like hers. “Captain, I order you to look at me and you will look at me now!”
“Toni, you can’t pull rank on me…”
“Look at me now, Soldier!” He looked at her. He may have saluted, he wasn’t quite sure. He was too busy taking her in.
She was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Her dark hair curled more when it was wet, making it look shorter than its normal length of just below her ears. Droplets of water cascaded down her Malibu tanned skin, getting soaked up by the tank top and Capri sweatpants she was wearing. She was curvy, slightly built. She had to be to wear that suit of hers.
“Girls dress like this all the time, Cap,” he heard her say. “In public. You need to get used to this; otherwise, you will walk into oncoming traffic. Captain America will get killed by a double decker bus because he was staring at boobs… by the way, are you enjoying mine?”
“Not… not what I’m looking at…”
“Then what… oh.” While her breasts were magnificent (how on earth did she wear those tight shirts of hers?), what really caught his eye was the blue light glowing right above them. “I… um… yeah. Explaining to do?” Steve nodded, watching as she drew a deep breath, looked at the ceiling and let it out with a “hoo”. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” She smiled and walked into the kitchen.
“I’ll cook and talk, you sit and listen?” He smiled back.
“Sounds great.”