#alatenightfondue

[theresalwaysanoption]

{ +2 stalking }

"Would be absolutely lovely if you could point me towards the nearest bar. I could use a drink."

[paybackxforxconeyisland-blog]

6 (alatenightfondue)

Bills past due (pre-serum timeline, maybe?)

It was bad. Really bad. She’d known that after Bucky shipped out she’d struggle to make ends meet, but this was worse than she expected. The cost of the tiny apartment alone was bad enough, but with the lingering damp weather, her asthma was bad and she could feel herself getting sick again. The bills waiting for her on the counter were all red stamped… past due and last notices. There was nothing she could do though. Too sick to work half the time, she couldn’t even begin to earn enough to cover everything. It was easier to just not deal with it, so she stayed out after her factory shift despite the dropping temperature and the lingering cough that shook her thin frame. It was easier to sit out in the park as the sun slowly went down than to go back to the apartment and deal with the reality of being alone and that she’d likely be living on that same park bench soon enough…

[militusfemina]

"You're blocking my shot."

[aformerweapon-archive-blog]

[ooc]

Sorry, guys, but I don't feel well at all. I'm gonna go lay down for a little bit, see if it passes.

I'll answer the three things in my askbox when I can, and if you need to reach me I'll be leaving my Skype up. I love you guys, very much.

[paybackxforxconeyisland-blog]

Dance with Me || CLOSED || alatenightfondue

Glancing at the clock, Stevie sighed. It was another late night and Howard was still working. It was the third time this week and she knew the look he'd have on his face when he got in. He'd be tired and less than thrilled with the day, wanting nothing but to just eat something and go to bed. Frowning a bit, she shook her head at herself. Tonight was going to be different.

She made a quick batch of cheese-filled ravioli, leaving it on low heat in it's sauce in the slow cooker. She got a bottle of red wine from storage and poured too glasses. Once she was done, she retreated to the bedroom and put on her red evening gown that she had precious little use for and heels she could just walk in without looking like she was drunk.

And she waited, leaning gently against the door frame, knowing she'd be the first thing he saw when he came through the door.

[p-starlord]

hey there;

"Hey."

[captainamericarogers]

Second Chances

They had their fair share of disagreements. Steve Rogers and Howard Stark were both extreme people. They were both stubborn and had different views on things. But they made it work. Sure they were sneaking around, but they were still technically dating. Steve still had feelings for Howard. He was sure there was a connection there, at least Steve thought so. This fight had been different from their other ones. It was brutal and nasty. Steve had to leave soon for a mission and he didn't want things to end like this. They couldn't end like this. Steve knew that the worst thing that could happen was to leave angry. Steve didn't think it would be possible for them to get back on good terms until he got back. Hopefully. Steve was just tired of fighting, tired of yelling and quite honestly he just wanted it to stop. "Well you know what? Maybe I just wont come back!"

Steve knew that his words weren't true. He would come back, but he was so upset that he couldn't even look at Howard right now. He would talk him over when he got back. Right now he was going to focus on work, on the next mission. They were sneaking around, it wasn't anything too serious, though it did hurt Steve when they fought. He'd never admit it outloud to the other man. They weren't really an emotional type of couple. They didn't have the time. This was war, not upstate New York. However, Steve should have been careful what he wished for.

Steve had every intention of coming back, but sadly that did not happen. Steve had to put the plane down. There was no other option. He knew he was going to die, and he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye, or that he was sorry. These were the thoughts that were going through Steve's mind as he went to his death. He just hoped that Howard could eventually forgive him.

Steve's head felt heavy, he didn't know where he was or what the time was. He could hear the radio in the background playing. It sounded oddly familiar. He was pretty sure he went to that game. Was this what death was like? Replaying the best moments of your life? He groaned to himself at the thought. Not what he expected. His throat felt hoarse and dry as he opened it to speak. "Where am I?" he finally said outloud, blinking his eyes open.

[fromthebottomofmyreactor-ar-blog]

The Lost Father

How many times had he watched this clip? This certain video? He lost count at the fifth time. It was entrancing, to hear the man he knew so well. But the real question that continued to repeat itself in his mind; was he speaking the truth? For so long he believed that the creator of the atomic bomb, the one used to kill many innocent people, was a cold hearted man, lost in his efforts to search for the lost Captain. Almost as cold as the arctic he sailed to find the national relic. 

What was Tony supposed to believe? That Howard truly loved him? The man that rarely showed any emotion other than mild contempt for his only son, was admitting that he loved him all along? 

"My greatest invention was you, Tony."

Those words continued to echo in the mechanic's head as he swallowed the last drops of the bottle he was drinking from. His blurred thoughts trying to grab a hold onto those words, try to understand if there was some cryptic meaning to them. That the distant father he had always known was in fact lying. 

But he couldn't.

He leaned back in his chair, placing the now empty bottle on the table sitting just to the side of him, looking up at the face of Howard Stark. 

Then the mood of the video changed. He saw himself, obviously a younger version of himself, running onto the screen only to be told to stop playing with the scale model that the child would create twenty years later. Oh the irony. That was the man he knew. The man that would tell him to leave well enough along despite his growing curious mind wanting to discover the world through his hands.

Once again, the phrase that Tony couldn't get out of his skull came from his father's lips and the clip ended. 

Tony sat there, staring at the blank projector screen, his eyes slowly drooping as he lost the fight to fatigue, hummed to sleep by the clicking of the projector trying to find the rest of the film to the video.

[perfiduslupus]

"I'm not the only one who's back from the dead by the looks of it. Howard. What a... Pleasant surprise."

[patronsaintxofthedenial]

alatenightfondue

How do you say 'I'm Jimmy, Saint Jimmy, I'm a junkie and I'm messing around with your kid, oh and I'm his dealer.' to someone's dad?