Fic: In Another's Eyes (Chapter Six)
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: Mentions of Non-Con, bondage
Summary: A stalker is targeting Toni, which skews how she sees herself and how she allows others to see her.
Author's Notes: Probably won't be posting this on cap_ironman anymore, as I've gotten warned twice already for spamming the community. *shrugs* I'll keep posting on here, as well as on Archive of Our Own and FanFiction.net.
( Chapter One) ( Chapter Two) ( Chapter Three) ( Chapter Four) ( Chapter Five)
“I am not concussed,” Toni said softly as Steve carried her upstairs. She was still cuddled close to him, which Steve couldn’t help enjoying.
“Jarvis said you hit pretty hard,” he says kindly as he backs into her room and walks her to her bed. “Does it hurt at all?” She shakes her head as he lays her down, getting her head onto the pillows and pulling the blanket up over her. The arc reactor glows through the blanket, like a nightlight. It’s a little creepy, but soothing at the same time.
“Did I drink anything?” Her words surprised him; it was a simple enough question, but she sounded so ashamed to have to ask. He scanned through his memories, was there anything downstairs…
“You have not, Miss Stark,” Jarvis said pleasantly. “There are no alcoholic beverages in the house, save for the cooking wine.” Toni had explained cooking wine to him once before, Steve remembered. She said that she’d have to be more than desperate to want to drink that.
“Huh,” she says softly, snuggling into her pillows. “Maybe I am concussed…”
“I think you’re just tired,” Steve tells her, though he thinks she may be right. He had seen enough concussions to know that it wasn’t too bad. Slightly dazed would have been a better term than concussed. “You just need some sleep.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. He expected her to flinch, to pull away. She doesn’t move; she’s already asleep.
“Can I be of any assistance, Captain Rogers?” Jarvis asks.
“Does she always get like this, Jarvis?” Steve replies. “Or is it just today, with the stress of everything?” The answer doesn’t come quickly.
“Miss Stark… deals with things in her own way, Sir. When she can’t, she ends up as you found her, except there is alcohol involved.” Steve nodded.
“When was the last time she drank like that?” He didn’t want to ask that question, but he needed to know. He needed to know if there was some way he could help her.
“Two months ago, following the building collapse.” Steve looked up ceiling in surprise. He knew exactly what Jarvis was talking about.
It wasn’t a super villain attack for once; a construction crew became trapped inside a building they were prepping for destruction after their explosives went off prematurely. Steve had volunteered to help, without the other Avengers. He stayed in longer than he should have, making sure everyone was out. The building came down around him and he was trapped for almost eight hours.
“Why?” Steve asked, genuinely confused. “Toni wasn’t even there…”
“You do not know this, Sir,” Jarvis replied. “But Director Fury had banned Miss Stark from the scene.”
“What? Why?”
“He said she was too emotionally invested and that she was not needed. She came back here and found a few bottles of Mr. Stark’s favorite whiskey, which she proceeded to drink.”
“How many?”
“I did not keep track of that, Captain. I only know that she continued drinking until she got the word you were okay.” Steve never thought an AI interface would have the ability to sound reluctant, but Jarvis pulled it off rather well.
“What aren’t you telling me, Jarvis?”
“It… it hurt her, Sir,” Jarvis said slowly. “It hurt her that when she arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and was hung over, she was ridiculed… especially when it came from you.” Steve looked down at the still sleeping Toni; she looked so peaceful, it was hard for him to believe she became intoxicated out of worry for him. He remembered seeing her after the building collapsed; she had been wearing the same clothes from the previous day, her hair was obviously unwashed and she was wearing large black sunglasses.
“Rough night, Stark?” Clint had asked her, not even attempting to hide the amusement in his voice.
“Fuck off, Barton, I’m not in the mood.” She walked past him and stopped in front of Steve, taking a long drink out of the paper coffee cup in her hand. “Cap, good to see you.” He should have known that this was as emotional as she let herself get in public. But he didn’t.
“I don’t have room on my team for drunks, Stark,” he told her flatly. “Check your problems at the door.” She just stared at him for a moment, her face emotionless. He knew now that ninety percent of her feelings were conveyed through her eyes; had he been able to see her eyes, he likely would have known how much he hurt her.
“Fuck you too, Captain,” she replied, giving him a quick, half salute before pushing past him. Somehow, her 5’5” frame was able to knock him back slightly.
“She came back and finished off another bottle that night,” Jarvis continued, breaking Steve’s train of thought. “The next day, she got rid of all the alcohol in the house, giving it away to anyone who would take it. She has been sober since.” Before Steve could reply, he heard Toni whimper softly and watched her turn away from him. She was still fast asleep, but restless; a nightmare.
“Toni?” he asked softly, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Sorry, Cap,” she muttered, fidgeting a little.
She always called him Cap. The rest of the team would call him Steve or Rogers when off duty (save for Thor, who always seemed to call him “brave Captain of the America”). Not Toni; whether she was in or out of the Iron Man suit, he was always Cap to her. He had to admit though, the way she said it when out of the suit was completely different from when she was in it. When she was in the suit and they were fighting, she said his name with an all business tone that he doesn’t even hear from her when she’s taking over companies and firing employees who she had deemed stupid. When she’s in the suit and they’re doing a photo op or a press conference, she rarely says his name. If she does, there’s no emotion attached. But when she’s not in the suit, and when he hasn’t done something to earn her wrath, she says Cap with emotion. Caring. Love. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t live for those moments when she was out of her suit and was happy and said his name…
“I let you down…” The words chilled him to the core. Steve just stared at her for a moment, watching her. She was still restless, her face was twisted with sorrow. A soft whimper escaped her lips. “Let you down.” Steve hesitated only a moment before lying down next to her, holding her close. She didn’t fidget and she stopped whimpering. The peaceful look was back on her face.
“No, Toni,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I let you down…”
Fandom: The Avengers (AU-Cinematic Universe)
Characters: Antonia “Toni” Stark, Steve Rogers, others.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Toni/Steve
Warnings: Mentions of Non-Con, bondage
Summary: A stalker is targeting Toni, which skews how she sees herself and how she allows others to see her.
Author's Notes: Probably won't be posting this on cap_ironman anymore, as I've gotten warned twice already for spamming the community. *shrugs* I'll keep posting on here, as well as on Archive of Our Own and FanFiction.net.
( Chapter One) ( Chapter Two) ( Chapter Three) ( Chapter Four) ( Chapter Five)
“I am not concussed,” Toni said softly as Steve carried her upstairs. She was still cuddled close to him, which Steve couldn’t help enjoying.
“Jarvis said you hit pretty hard,” he says kindly as he backs into her room and walks her to her bed. “Does it hurt at all?” She shakes her head as he lays her down, getting her head onto the pillows and pulling the blanket up over her. The arc reactor glows through the blanket, like a nightlight. It’s a little creepy, but soothing at the same time.
“Did I drink anything?” Her words surprised him; it was a simple enough question, but she sounded so ashamed to have to ask. He scanned through his memories, was there anything downstairs…
“You have not, Miss Stark,” Jarvis said pleasantly. “There are no alcoholic beverages in the house, save for the cooking wine.” Toni had explained cooking wine to him once before, Steve remembered. She said that she’d have to be more than desperate to want to drink that.
“Huh,” she says softly, snuggling into her pillows. “Maybe I am concussed…”
“I think you’re just tired,” Steve tells her, though he thinks she may be right. He had seen enough concussions to know that it wasn’t too bad. Slightly dazed would have been a better term than concussed. “You just need some sleep.” He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. He expected her to flinch, to pull away. She doesn’t move; she’s already asleep.
“Can I be of any assistance, Captain Rogers?” Jarvis asks.
“Does she always get like this, Jarvis?” Steve replies. “Or is it just today, with the stress of everything?” The answer doesn’t come quickly.
“Miss Stark… deals with things in her own way, Sir. When she can’t, she ends up as you found her, except there is alcohol involved.” Steve nodded.
“When was the last time she drank like that?” He didn’t want to ask that question, but he needed to know. He needed to know if there was some way he could help her.
“Two months ago, following the building collapse.” Steve looked up ceiling in surprise. He knew exactly what Jarvis was talking about.
It wasn’t a super villain attack for once; a construction crew became trapped inside a building they were prepping for destruction after their explosives went off prematurely. Steve had volunteered to help, without the other Avengers. He stayed in longer than he should have, making sure everyone was out. The building came down around him and he was trapped for almost eight hours.
“Why?” Steve asked, genuinely confused. “Toni wasn’t even there…”
“You do not know this, Sir,” Jarvis replied. “But Director Fury had banned Miss Stark from the scene.”
“What? Why?”
“He said she was too emotionally invested and that she was not needed. She came back here and found a few bottles of Mr. Stark’s favorite whiskey, which she proceeded to drink.”
“How many?”
“I did not keep track of that, Captain. I only know that she continued drinking until she got the word you were okay.” Steve never thought an AI interface would have the ability to sound reluctant, but Jarvis pulled it off rather well.
“What aren’t you telling me, Jarvis?”
“It… it hurt her, Sir,” Jarvis said slowly. “It hurt her that when she arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and was hung over, she was ridiculed… especially when it came from you.” Steve looked down at the still sleeping Toni; she looked so peaceful, it was hard for him to believe she became intoxicated out of worry for him. He remembered seeing her after the building collapsed; she had been wearing the same clothes from the previous day, her hair was obviously unwashed and she was wearing large black sunglasses.
“Rough night, Stark?” Clint had asked her, not even attempting to hide the amusement in his voice.
“Fuck off, Barton, I’m not in the mood.” She walked past him and stopped in front of Steve, taking a long drink out of the paper coffee cup in her hand. “Cap, good to see you.” He should have known that this was as emotional as she let herself get in public. But he didn’t.
“I don’t have room on my team for drunks, Stark,” he told her flatly. “Check your problems at the door.” She just stared at him for a moment, her face emotionless. He knew now that ninety percent of her feelings were conveyed through her eyes; had he been able to see her eyes, he likely would have known how much he hurt her.
“Fuck you too, Captain,” she replied, giving him a quick, half salute before pushing past him. Somehow, her 5’5” frame was able to knock him back slightly.
“She came back and finished off another bottle that night,” Jarvis continued, breaking Steve’s train of thought. “The next day, she got rid of all the alcohol in the house, giving it away to anyone who would take it. She has been sober since.” Before Steve could reply, he heard Toni whimper softly and watched her turn away from him. She was still fast asleep, but restless; a nightmare.
“Toni?” he asked softly, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Sorry, Cap,” she muttered, fidgeting a little.
She always called him Cap. The rest of the team would call him Steve or Rogers when off duty (save for Thor, who always seemed to call him “brave Captain of the America”). Not Toni; whether she was in or out of the Iron Man suit, he was always Cap to her. He had to admit though, the way she said it when out of the suit was completely different from when she was in it. When she was in the suit and they were fighting, she said his name with an all business tone that he doesn’t even hear from her when she’s taking over companies and firing employees who she had deemed stupid. When she’s in the suit and they’re doing a photo op or a press conference, she rarely says his name. If she does, there’s no emotion attached. But when she’s not in the suit, and when he hasn’t done something to earn her wrath, she says Cap with emotion. Caring. Love. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t live for those moments when she was out of her suit and was happy and said his name…
“I let you down…” The words chilled him to the core. Steve just stared at her for a moment, watching her. She was still restless, her face was twisted with sorrow. A soft whimper escaped her lips. “Let you down.” Steve hesitated only a moment before lying down next to her, holding her close. She didn’t fidget and she stopped whimpering. The peaceful look was back on her face.
“No, Toni,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “I let you down…”