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pomegranate-belle · 4 years ago

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I’m desperate for crack. “Caught off-guard kiss” for Foggy/Stiltman? Free cookies if Matt is seething on the sidelines

This is not the first time Foggy’s been kidnapped. It won’t be the last. But Matt’s heart squeezes out a stilted, panicked rhythm anyway, because he’s schooled in loss and he knows that any time could be the time it doesn’t end in a daring rescue.

This time probably won’t be that time, considering the kidnapper is none other than Stilt-Man (seriously — of all people). But... Matt worries, ok? He’s allowed to worry about his best friend. That’s a Thing. Foggy worries about him all the time, Matt’s just, you know, returning the favor.

Especially because it’s taking Matt a worryingly long time to locate them. It’s been almost two hours since Kirsten phoned him to say Foggy had been snatched — practically spitting fire and vowing to melt Stilt-Man’s metal legs into paperweights — and Matt had dropped his errand at the county clerk’s office immediately to chase him down. At this point, Matt’s pretty sure Stilt-Man, and therefore Foggy, is no longer in Manhattan. Where he is, well, that’s anyone’s guess. Matt’s just trying to decide whether to phone the Queens Spider-Man or the Brooklyn one when he overhears a news report through someone’s open apartment window: Stilt-Man, terrorizing Staten Island. He groans.

Staten Island. Jesus. Foggy is going to have to give up cheesy snack foods in the office for a month to make up for the indignity that is Matt having to drag himself over to Staten Island to rescue him from fucking Stilt-Man. Matt’s gonna do it, obviously, but he maintains the right to vigorously complain.

Just so she’s in the loop and won’t needle him about it later, Matt sends Kirsten a message. Voice to text probably cannot capture the sheer loathing in his voice for this entire situation, but Kirsten’s a smart lady — Matt thinks she can fill in the gaps.

And then... Then it’s off to Staten Island. Ugh.

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On the bright side, Matt finds who he’s searching for almost immediately once he’s finally in the right borough. But he also has no idea how the hell to interpret what he’s picking up with his senses. Foggy’s... Scolding Stilt-Man? Matt creeps closer.

“—think for one minute that I’ll cooperate with this, you have clearly taken leave of your senses! I don’t care what you or mmf—!”

The tirade is cut off by the wet smack of an unexpected kiss. Matt’s heart freezes in his chest, then goes double-time. Forget paperweights, he thinks as he rushes towards the smell of steel and the small air currents Foggy’s flailing stirs up. Matt’s going to turn Stilt-Man’s suit into molten slag.

#the kiss is like. one sentence but. i really couldn’t think of a way to draw it out lmao #thanks for the ask!#writing

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headfulloffantasies · 7 years ago

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Rough Patch (chapter 4)

A steady beeping of a medical machine woke Tony. He was vaguely aware of dreaming something that was important, but the memory of what it was had gone, leaving a sour taste of disappointment.

“Morning sunshine.” Tony turned his head and found Bruce sitting next to him in a comfy chair and a book in his lap. It was one of Tony’s comfy chairs that he had specifically picked out for the medical rooms in the Tower, because if you’re going to spend hours sitting by someone’s bedside you should at least be comfortable. So, Tony was in the Tower. Good to know. The room was bright and spacious, no windows, and four chairs arranged tactfully around the hospital bed.

“What happened?” Tony sat up and one of the machine barked at him.

“You passed out in the middle of the street with fifty iphones recording the whole thing.” Bruce answered sardonically. He held up his phone for Tony to see a gif of himself collapsing. “It’s trending.” Bruce added helpfully.

Tony groaned and ran a hand through his messy hair. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours.” Bruce answered. “According to all the scans we took, you’re perfectly fine. Maybe a minor concussion, but you shouldn’t have passed out like that.” He shrugged. “It’s a mystery.”

“I am an enigma.” Tony agreed. “Want to go get coffee?” He offered as he yanked the heart monitor leads off his chest. The machine had a stroke, thinking he had flatlined.

The door suddenly burst open and Captain America rushed in, harried and panicked. He froze comically when he saw Tony hopping out of bed and searching for his shirt. Bruce discreetly switched off the bleating monitor.

“You’re awake.” Steve said with obvious relief.

“No, I’m sleep walking. It’s an illusion.” Tony said sarcastically. Steve’s frown wasn’t enough to make Tony guilty about his flippant manner. If Steve had been really worried, he would have been at his bedside weeping.

Bruce looked back and forth between the genius and the supersoldier. “Can you give us a minute, Steve?”

Steve nodded curtly. “Glad you’re alright, Stark.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

There was a long, tense stretch of silence as Bruce removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. It reminded Tony of a professor preparing to give a lecture. Or maybe a psychiatrist.

“So, what?” Tony asked. He’d finally located a shirt thrown lazily over the back of one of the empty chairs. It had a Black Sabbath logo on it, so he assumed it belonged to him. “Are we going to talk about our feelings now? You here to do an assessment?”

Bruce frowned. “I’m not that kind of doctor.”

“Right.” Tony nodded, but he kept himself guarded. Bruce was fidgeting in a way that said he was about to ask something personal.

“What do you remember about your death?”

That took Tony by surprise. No one had asked him yet. He could tell everyone had been a bit nervous around him at first, but he’d thought that had stopped after the Tower wide pizza party. Apparently not.

Tony turned his back to Bruce to study the tasteful picture of a flower on the wall. “I don’t remember anything. Just a blue light and a magical place.” He frowned. A magical place. That was an odd phrase to have stuck in his head. It conjured up the half-remembered dream, and an ache to understand something beyond Tony’s grip.

“Do you know what S.H.I.E.L.D did to you?”

Tony turned around. The scientist avoided his eyes, but Tony had been around Bruce long enough to know that was just the way he was.

“No.” Tony answered honestly. “Do you?”

Bruce shook his head. “I asked Fury, but he wouldn’t tell me. I assume it’s a new program they’ve been devising for some time. Re-growing cells, maybe? But I thought reanimation was a long way off yet.”

“Reanimation?” Tony smirked. “Am I Frankenstein’s monster now?”

Bruce levelled him with a serious stare. “Let’s just say I hope I’m the only green monster around here.”

***

Tony had every intention of getting coffee with Bruce, until he exited the medical wing and was accosted by JARVIS.

“Sir,” The AI said smoothly. “Your presence is being requested at Stark Industries, provided you are well enough to attend.”

“No, absolutely not.” Tony answered. “I am still very sick.”

“Tony.” Bruce admonished, but JARVIS wasn’t finished.

“Sir, I would remind you that this is the executive board meeting which Miss Potts has threatened pain of death if you do not attend.”

Tony cursed under his breath. He had promised up and down that nothing save an Avengers operation would interfere with this meeting. It was very important to the future of Stark Industries.

“Fine.” He conceded. He clapped Bruce on the shoulder. “Raincheck on that coffee date.”

“It wasn’t a date.” Bruce replied automatically.

***

The meeting was predictably boring. Tony sat at the head of a polished table surrounded by people who worked for him spouting information that would probably be very informative, if not for the pounding headache Tony was developing in his temples. He twirled a pen in one hand as a short woman droned on about the new and exciting opportunities for Stark Industries. The samba beat in Tony’s brain was only getting worse. He clenched the pen in his hand hard to avoid throwing it at the lady. Maybe he could distract himself. The new Iron Man design had some flaws he could try to work out. Tony flipped over the sheet of paper in front of him and started scribbling. Beside him, Pepper made a small noise in the back of her throat. Tony looked up without stopping the movement of his pen. She pursed her lips at him and tilted her head towards the current presenter. Fine. He could pretend to listen and keep writing. In college he had perfected the technique of writing without looking at his notebook. It made taking notes a breeze. Tony thought about his new suit design as he stared the lady down intently. If aliens were going to keep coming down to Earth, even from peaceful places like Asgard, there would inevitably come a time when someone was going to have to go to space. As the senior Avenger on the topic, Tony was determined to have a space-worthy suit ready to go. It would need to be vacuum sealed, to start with. What had killed him in Manhattan was the oxygen deprivation and extreme cold. Maybe it would be a good idea to have an extra oxygen supply handy in case-

Pepper coughed discreetly. All eyes in the boardroom were on Tony. He took stock lightning quick. It was three o’clock, and everyone had their briefcases ready. Home time.

Tony stood. “Thank you all for coming. I am excited by the progress we have made today. Have a good weekend.”

“Have a good weekend?” Pepper asked bemused as the others filed out. “It’s Tuesday, Tony.”

“Is it?” He asked absently. His head was still full of Iron Man designs. He scooped up his pages to look over what he’d brainstormed.

Tony froze when he saw what he’d written. A complicated series of lines and overlapping circles spilled over pages of Stark Industries policies. It was a complex, interlocking system. It was his dream. With sudden clarity Tony realised he’d been drawing this for days. In the dirt after the Stiltman episode. At the café. It was a code, or a riddle. But how had he drawn it without knowing it?

“JARVIS,” Tony said shakily. “We have a problem.”

All credit for the idea goes to @rowantreewrites.

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#rough patch #part 4 #tony stark #iron man #avengers #tahiti au #fanfiction

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