#also: tony did fencing in college. I think we already knew that but it's nice to see regardless

[oluka]

Even when broke and living in an old depot, Tony still has the time to help Betsy Braddock out and fence with her. Also, he's really upbeat for someone whose life is in shambles. I'll interpret this as him putting up a front and ignoring his own problems to help others. I also like that Captain Britain went specifically to him to ask for Avengers help :D

Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain #4

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

Know You Uncomfortably Well: 5, 8, 9, 12, 23, 24, 28, 33, 35, 38, 46, 50, 67, 86, 87 (you /did/ ask for it, my friend :p)

haha I did indeed, and you are ridiculous.  *cracks knuckles* HERE WE GO!

5. What is your favorite color?

Purple!  Specifically purples along this sort of palatte:

8. Where are you from?

Arizona, originally!  But upstate new york is legitimately where my heart lies and where Birdie and I ultimately plan to return to one day.

9. How tall are you?

5′4.75″ ...It’s actually closer to 5′4.5″ but well it all comes out about 164cm in the end.

12. What was your last dream about?

So I don’t tend to remember my dreams very well, but they always tend to be very cinematic and don’t always even involve me, though some of them do.  Always there’s a plot, even if I can’t remember what the plot is.  

The last one I still have some vague memory of I was living in some sort of fascist sort of 1984-ish state, but all slick and 2000s modern and stuff.  And I was in a resistance with Penn & Teller for some reason?  And somehow they were still celebrities?  It was bizarre.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I have!  I think there’s only two that weren’t like.  Popular Christian Musicians From The Late 90s/Early Aughts, and those were Alice Cooper (who was very nice and thought the story I told him about how when my mom was in college he performed near her and she hopped the fence at the tiny local airport his private plane had landed in and stuck her gum to the bottom of it before going to the concert was VERY funny).

And the other one I actually knew before he was a celebrity but I think it still counts?  But I was kind of quasi-adopted as a little sister sort of person by Kellan Lutz’s mom?  Uh, he was in the Twilight movies, I forget the guy’s name, the big jock one of the Cullens?  I also babysat his younger brothers, and Kellan taught me how to play Pokemon Snap in his living room.  This was when he was in high school, obviously - he was a year older than me and I thought he was super nice.  I basically lived at their house for a couple years.

24. Baths or showers?

Depends on what I want/need out of it.  If it’s just “I want to get clean and maybe warm”, showers every time especially if there’s not a good deep tub available.  If I want to soak to help my joints/muscles hurt less or if my spoons are low for standing, then baths.

My kingdom for either a LARGE tub with a separate shower that fits a shower chair, or one of those walk-in sitting tubs with a shower attachment.

28. What type of music do you like?

ALL KINDS.  Seriously, I have yet to run into a type of music that I don’t like ANYTHING from that genre, though I’m pickier about some things like heavy metal or country.  But I really like kind of. Indie Rock circa the early aughts?  Not even rock, just like.  Indie rock/pop/folk/country/whatever that weird thing that was going on like.  Norah Jones, Ingrid Michaelson, Rilo Kiley, Neko Case, Sara Bareilles... idk there’s a similar through line to a lot of them?  ...Maybe it’s just they’re all girls man idk XD  But also Give Me Mountain Goats.  I love The Mountain Goats. 

I just like songs, generally.  Fuck genre, often even fuck artist bc there are many artists who I only really listen to a couple of songs from and don’t really get into the other stuff they do.

Also filk.  Seanan and Vixy & Tony and SJ Tucker and all sorts of fun fantasyish folk.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I mean, often “nothing”, or “I grab some crackers or a boost shake to get me through until lunch”.  I don’t actually like eating right after I’ve woken up?  But sometimes I’ll have cereal or toast.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

*sobs into hands*  OK so when we were living in Florida, my friend Dorian and I actually used to go to an archery class every week, and it was SO FUN.  But then he got a new job and couldn’t do it anymore, and he was my ride and I tried going alone but it just wasn’t the same, but I did graduate to the intermediate class before I stopped going.  I MISS IT SO FUCKING MUCH.

I’d really like to take it back up again, but I don’t have anywhere to practice or anything, so it’s difficult.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

I think 72 hours, if you don’t count 10 minutes of being conscious but just *grazing* the edges of sleep and then getting woken up again before I could actually sleep.

When the insomnia passed, I slept for like 16 hours straight with two quasi-conscious points when I went to pee.

46. What is your personality type?

Like, from a test or just in general?  In general I think I’m a pretty optimistic but dreamy person.  Creative, not great at motivation, prefer working alone or with one trusted partner I already know to groups, like my alone time, etc.  I did take a couple personality tests to answer tho!:

(from here)

(from here)

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed but I keep trying occasionally to cultivate left handedness in myself. Something I’ve been trying to do since I was like 11 (I never stick at it long enough for it to work, ftr) initially because I was deeply paranoid I would get leukemia and have to get my right arm amputated (I was a weird kid) and I wanted to not have to re-learn how to write while dealing with all that, but then moving forward just ‘cause it would be cool to be able to do, especially when like, I’m trying to do an essay test and my hand is cramping up.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Well, I didn’t think so and i probably couldn’t do it without a map or a list of what I’ve already named, but I took a test and got 100% sooooo...

86. What are you allergic to?

Tylenol and cantaloupe! Also possibly aspirin.  None of them like LIFE THREATENING but tylenol has increased in severity of symptoms every time I’ve taken it since I was little and the last time I tried I got a REALLY itchy throat and mouth and it felt like things were swollen and making breathing not DIFFICULT but at least very mildly obstructed, so it’s probably for the best not to take it again, y’know?

87. Do you keep a journal?

I don’t.  I used to, when I was in high school I had like four thick journals that had like, those fancy cloth/beaded covers and handmade paper that was really popular for a while in the early aughts?  Including one that had a leather wrap cover that was entirely in tengwar and cirith from Lord of the Rings - not from a website, but my own interpretation of the charts and linguistic information provided in the Lord of the Rings appendices. So that no one could read my diary.

I’ve lost the journals and the tengwar chart I’d made but I can more or less rebuild it with the variety of options you can find online, but it’s a sort of mishmash and I definitely didn’t stick to one language’s usage of certain letters, and I developed certain shorthand quirks - some of which were used by tolkien and some of which weren’t - that would make it very difficult to transcribe that journal even if you were working off the specific variant of the tengwar alphabet that I’d been using.  I don’t think even I could do it anymore tbh, if I were to find that journal.  In my defense, it’s been nearly 20 years since I kept it, so. XD

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[dabblinginmarvel]

Amnesia Part 7

Plot: You, Tony’s wife, get into an accident and develop amnesia. Tony wonders if it would be safer for you to get on with your life, even as he helps you heal.

Part 6          ||          Amnesia Masterlist

A/N: I hope the length of this one makes up for the shortness of Part 6, and its lateness.

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 2003

Title: Amnesia

Part 7

The anxiety ate at you as you waited for Tony to return. How could you confront him about this? On one hand, you were upset with him, a residual of the most recent memory the death wish he had. But on the other, you weren’t. Why were you so mad at him? You knew his profession, you knew the face he gave to the press, but you still didn’t know him personally like you felt you should. You didn’t feel it was your place to be mad. You went back and forth, trying to feel that connection to understand your confusion. Eventually, it was just confusion and disappointment in the place of the frustration. When they walked in, they looked pretty beat. Tony’s armor was retreating to a small box in his hand. He saw you waiting and a smile came to his face. When he saw your eyes, the smile fell. You tried to hide how you felt, but he must have been able to read you better than you had expected. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He came up to you, but stopped a foot away. “Can we talk about it alone?” “Sure.” You led him to the kitchen. “What’s going on?” “I know about the Avengers. I know about Iron Man.” He looked conflicted. “And what is bothering you?” You furrowed your brow. “I’m not sure. It’s a residual memory and feeling, but I also feel disconnected to it.” He waited. “It’s the reckless behavior you had after the palladium core began to poison you.” He made a move toward you, then stopped, looking a bit lost. “Do you remember what happened after that?” You thought back to the memory and ran through the end of it, finding you remembered a little more than you thought. “You found a new element and replaced the core.” He nodded. “You stopped trying to get hurt.” He nodded again. “Do you want to get food and we can talk about whatever you remember?” You walked up to him and put a hand on his arm. “Sure.” He looked down at your hand in surprise, then grinned. “I should warn you, though, if we go out for food, there might be paparazzi.” You thought for a moment. “Okay, I guess they are wondering how we are.” “Are you sure? We could order something in.” “No, it’s okay. It’s probably time we are seen.” “They will expect us to act like a couple. They don’t know you lost your memory.” You looked up into his eyes, flickering back and forth from one to the other. “Well, I suppose we have to keep up that facade.” “Are you sure?” You nodded. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out to you and you glanced at it, then grabbed it. You felt like a weight fell off your shoulders. The car you took was the same one he picked you up in, but you could see in the garage there were other vehicles, some plainer, one motorcycle, and a fancier car close to his. “Are these all yours?” He chuckled and shook his head. “No. For starters, the bike is Steve’s.” You raised your eyebrows and nodded approvingly. “It’s a nice bike.” Tony nodded, too, then opened your door for you. “Your chariot awaits.” “Aw, hell Tony. There’s no need to treat me like royalty.” You snorted. He shrugged. “Maybe I can disagree.” You climbed in and he shut the door. He sent a quick text to Happy, then put away his phone. Once he was settled in the driver’s seat, the car roared to life. The drive was comfortable, you commandeering the radio and surprising yourself by singing along to a few. Tony sang with you. You strongly suspected that he didn’t put up much of a fight for the music, but you didn’t comment on it. “Where are we off to?” you asked finally. “I hope your favorite restaurant is okay. I remember you loved their ravioli.” You licked your lips at the thought of the garlic sauce they added to the cheese ravioli. “Oh, it’s to die for. Yes, it’s perfect.” Both your hand and his intertwined as you remembered the plate. “Thank you for remembering, Tony.” “Of course I remember. I always steal one off your plate every time we go.” “I’m going to fight you on that today. I will fork-fence you.” “Good luck with that. I’ll have my trusty shield, the spoon.” “I accept your challenge.” Upon arrival, there wasn’t a single person waiting for you and Tony. Relief filled your chest and you felt your muscles, tense at the thought before, relax. “How long will we have?” “Oh, once the word gets out, I think the paps will swarm the place in about ten minutes. But we will already be inside, away from the bloodsuckers.” “And when we have to leave?” “I’ve got you.” You smiled. “Okay. Thank you.” He opened your door and helped you out. You grabbed his hand, once again feeling at ease, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He tried not to let it show, but you could tell it surprised him. “Was that to keep things looking normal?” “It was to thank you. I’m allowed to kiss you, aren’t I?” you teased. “Of course you are.” He got the door for you again as you entered the restaurant. A table for two was ready for you within seconds. You were seated and your drink orders were taken, coffee for him and water for you, before you both spoke again. “There was more that I remembered while you were gone,” you admitted. “What else do you remember?” “Ultron,” you whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear you. His eyes widened. Ultron had almost impaled you, but you had moved quickly enough, calling for your suit and avoiding anything worse than a colorful bruise. He had left you on damage control after they went after the robot gone wild. “Tony, why did you make him?” “Bruce and I had planned him to put an end to us risking our lives. So I could be home with you and not leave to fight yet another crazy idiot. We hadn’t planned for him to gain a hatred of humans. Somehow, Loki’s scepter had influenced his programming.” You thought for a moment. “I had to facilitate fixing everything.” “I’m sorry.” “It was an accident,” you assured him. “But what happened next -” “Not your fault. You didn’t program him like that.” “Thank you,” he said softly. “Is there something else that is bothering you?” he asked softly. You shrugged. “I’m just trying to work all of this out.” You spotted his hands clasped in front of him on the table and you instinctively reached for them. He opened his hands and let you slip your hands into them. “Can I help?” “You’re doing it right now.” He grinned. “So,” you changed the subject, “What can we talk about to keep looking normal?” He pursed his lips, thoughtful. Finally, he said, “I don’t know. I’ve never been normal. I’ve always been pretty exceptional.” You chuckled. “Pretty, yeah. Exceptional? Well, we all are legends in our own minds sometimes.” His mouth dropped open. “Well. Way to bruise my ego, thank you.” “You’re welcome.” You winked. “Are you flirting with me?” he asked. You thought for a moment. “Yeah, I think I might be. Don’t tell your wife.” He laughed. “I think she already knows.” Before your banter could go further, you noticed a figure off to your right. They hand their hands clasped and were looking hopeful. “Hi, can we help you?” you asked, a smile automatically coming to your face. It was your face for the public, you recognized immediately. She approached. “Y/N Stark, it’s so nice to meet you! You gave such an inspiring talk at my college graduation a few years ago and it helped me get to where I am now!” She shook your hand, her bracelets jangling softly. You smiled. “I’m so glad I could help.” “Could I get a picture?” You took a quick peek at Tony, who smiled encouragingly. “Certainly.” You turned back to her and smiled. She took the picture. “Thank you!” She smiled. She glanced over at Tony who nodded. “Is it okay to post this?” “Oh. Yeah, sure.” You nodded. She waved giddily and walked off to her table where her food was waiting. You turned to Tony. “I don’t remember that speech.” “It doesn’t matter, I’m sure someone posted it.” “When was it done?” “Before that downward spiral I had. Before I became Iron Man, even.” “Before you got the - hey, where’s the - it’s gone, isn’t it? You had surgery to remove the shrapnel and you don’t need the core for yourself anymore.” “That’s right.” You opened your mouth to speak when your waiter came over and you stopped. With your orders placed, you two resumed talking. The rest of lunch was a happy experience for you both and that fork fight ended up happening. You lost because he cheated - he used his knife to spear one ravioli off your plate and drop it onto his. “If you wanted some, you should have ordered your own.” “But I like the shrimp, too.” You rolled your eyes, then stole one of his shrimp. He looked awfully offended at that. “Food stealer.” “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” You ceremoniously popped the food into your mouth. “I suppose it is.” He playfully pouted. You took a peek out the window five feet away from you. There was a crowd outside. “I didn’t notice until now, but they found us.” He sighed. “They do that.” Then he asked for the check, left a big tip, and raised his eyebrows at you. “If we wait any longer, we’ll have our own satellite.” “I think we already do.” He stood up and held out his hand to you. You grabbed it and rose, not letting go of his hand after you did. At the door, he pulled you flush against him. Tony shielded you from them as best he could and raced with you to the car. There were microphones shoved into your faces and flashes from every angle. You got closer to Tony. It was a struggle to get into the car, but as soon as you both were, Tony started to pull forward, making the crowd back up. He honked a couple times, revved the engine, and slowly they parted. Once there was enough room, Tony sped off, running a yellow light on his way. “I’m sorry,” he said once you both had been on the road for a few minutes. “It’s not your fault.” “I’m the one who suggested we go out.” “And I agreed. So stop blaming yourself.” “You’re the boss.” You laughed and your fingers found his hand on the console. Tony was called away almost immediately when you arrived back to the compound so you went to the main gathering room to wait. Natasha was there on one of the sofas. “Hey Nat,” you greeted. “Hi, come sit with me and tell me all about your adventure.” “You know?” “Everyone knows, social media is blowing up.” She handed you her phone and you accepted it. On it you found the picture of you and the girl from lunch and laughed. “What’s so funny?” Natasha asked. “My husband photobombed the picture.” You both stopped. You had just referred to Tony as your husband. “Your husband, huh?” “Yeah.” You smiled. “My husband.” When you looked closer at the images on her account, you noticed something odd. There was another picture of you with her. But that wasn’t the odd part – it was almost the same photo. You all were wearing different clothing, but it was the same table and the same pose. Same person. Then it hit you. Tony had recreated your first date. How sweet. No wonder there had been some underlying sense of familiarity.

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