#just look at the end of age of ultron when tony comments of the grass but covering an entire rocky field

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Somewhere, near an old camp, is a massive field scared and covered with runes and symbols unknown scorched permanently into the ground. Radioactivity is off the charts high. In the middle lies shards of rainbow quartz and golden wreckage... and a man.

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He Thought The Ice Changed Him, He Was Wrong || Steve Rogers

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First of all, I want to thank @coffeebooksandfandom for the idea of the title of this imagine, as I was struggling to find the perfect one :) <3

I just want to clarify that I don’t write any smut scenes, so in this imagine the friends-with-benefits relationship is being mentioned, but not described very specifically.

I’m not necessarily happy with the title of this imagine - any suggestions? Please!

Thank you so much for the request, I hope this is somewhat how you imagined it :)

I’m seriously living for Age Of Ultron Steve Rogers - he looks so freaking good in this movie OMG!

Request by Anonymous: Okay, so know I was hoping if you could write about Steve, were the reader and him start some friends with benefits relationship but reader has real feelings for Steve and heard him when in Age of Ultron he said that the man who wants a relationship and settle down stayed in the ice, so the reader now is depressed and start to get distant for Steave but then he notices and realizes that he loves the reader Like a lot of angst with a happy ending Sorry if it's very specificHope you write it

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: none

“The Guy Who Wanted All That Went In The Ice 75 Years Ago”

Steve and you became close in the last couple months. Very close. Closer than you ever thought the two of you would get. BUT, you had stayed friends – well, let’s call it friends with benefits. It started at Tony’s party and got really serious as you stayed at Clint’s farm when you had to share a room. The both of you decided on sleeping with each other without any feelings – but you were far off that. During your stay at Clint’s house, the feeling you had had for Steve ever since the party, grew. You didn’t want to tell him anything about it because, to be honest, with what you had at that moment was quite fun and ruining everything by telling him that you love him will potentially end everything. The only person to know about your ‘special’ relationship with the Captain was Natasha – you told her right away, she would have found out anyway. But, not only did she know about the two of you, she got curious about the way you had been talking about Steve, so then the agent also found out about your actual feelings towards the blond.

You had never thought, you would ever be in a position like that, where you would be torn apart between having a fun no-strings-attached relationship with a super soldier and actually being in love with him. But you being you, decided not to tell him, the feeling was yet there and a glimpse of hope as well.

--- After The Happenings Of Age Of Ultron ---

You were training with some of the agents at the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters – jumping jacks, sit-ups, push-ups, running, and a lot more. That day, you hadn’t seen Steve yet. After last night’s event in your room between the two of you, he must have gotten up early. Every soon-to-be agents and actual agents were dressed in black workout clothes, including yourself. All of you were running around, down one of the streets that were surrounding the building, as you were just about to pass Thor, Tony, and Steve. The God of Thunder raised his hammer and got sucked up into the sky, making everyone in your group stand still and watch the burned stain in the grass which he had left.

The star-spangled man and the playboy kept on walking and talking as you slowly walked past them, slightly out of breath, hearing just a tiny bit of their conversation – but it sure was enough for you.

“Well, it's time for me to tap out. Maybe I should take a page out of Barton's book”, Tony joked “Build Pepper a farm, hope nobody blows it up.” “The simple life”, Steve commented. Tony tried cheering him up “You'll get there one day.” “I don't know. Family, stability... The guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago”, the Captain answered honestly “I think someone else came out.”

You stopped in tracks. All the hope you had left inside of your body – gone.

Tony noticed you standing still, while all the other agents ran off “Hey, (Y/N), everything alright?” Hearing your name, Steve turned around. You snapped back into reality “Hm? Yeah-yeah… Bye”, you waved them off and started catching up with the rest of the group. “Bye, (Y/N), I’ll miss you!”, Stark shouted after you.

You ran. Ran as fast as you could, overtaking everyone. You had to clear your mind, everything was going way to fast. Suddenly you found yourself in the woods, in front of a narrow creek. Stopping to catch your breath, you noticed how dark it had become and you started asking yourself ‘How on earth did I end up here?’ Quickly, you got yourself back together and started making your way back to the headquarters from where you would head off to the Avenger’s Tower. While you walked and jogged there, you had had a lot of time to think about what had happened before. Although you and Steve decided on keeping it at a friends-with-benefits relationship, feelings couldn’t help but start forming inside of your body – you hadn’t felt those feeling in quite a while, if not never. You knew an actual relationship would maybe not work out, but that ‘maybe’ was what had kept you going – believing that maybe one day, the two of you would live together in a small house, maybe a big one, together… as a couple, married, with kids… You had always dreamt of three… three kids, with Steve’s blond hair and possibly your (Y/E/C) eyes… Two boys and one girl, possibly two girls and one boy, but all boys or all girls, uff. No, the main thing would be them being healthy children. Who are you acting for? This would never happen. The blond hero had just clarified that the man who wanted a family and stability disappeared 75 years ago. That was it.

--- The Next Day ---

You woke up at 5 a.m., very early. The sun was in its process of rising, so you decided to start the day and got up. After making your bed, you opened your door quietly and tiptoed into the kitchen, ready to make a good breakfast. No one was up yet, so you thought. As you entered the kitchen, you dragged your body right towards the fridge, taking out eggs and milk as the cold ingredients for some pancakes. You got everything else from the cupboards above you. The breakfast was frizzling in the pan as you started hearing very silent footsteps and suddenly two arms hugging your waist from behind and putting their chin on your shoulder.

“So, I was thinking… maybe we could disappear for fifteen minutes?” Steve whispered into your ear seductively. You wriggled out of his grip and walked past him to the fridge to grab the orange juice box. The super soldier looked at you confused and taken back. “So?” He didn’t let go of the subject. You started acting oblivious “What?” He gave you a weird look “Could you leave the pancakes alone for fifteen minutes?” “No.” You simply answered, avoiding eye contact. A long “OK”, left his mouth as he exited the kitchen to go back to his room.

--- A Bit Later ---

After you had finished your breakfast, you thought that it might be a good idea to work out when nobody (besides Steve) was up yet. You quickly changed into some workout clothes in your room before heading off to the gym you had in the Avenger’s tower. As you were boxing and sweating, a body made its presence in the room, making you turn around. “Morning Bruce… what are you doing here?” The tired scientist looked at you “I saw someone was here and just wanted to make sure you were alright, because jeez, it’s only six”, Bruce explained. You smiled at him “Thanks for your concern, but I’m very well.” He nodded “Alright… Well then”, he was about to leave, when he turned around and came over to where you were standing “I also wanted to tell you about what Tony and I have been working on. So,-“, and he started talking about all of the cool new experiments he and the Iron Man were doing at that mo. You had stopped boxing to concentrate on his stories when suddenly a silhouette appeared in the door

“Oh, sorry, i-“, the Captain was just about to leave, when Bruce interrupted him “No, no, Steve! You can come back in here, I was just about to leave.” “Yeah, me too”; you passed Bruce and were about to walk through the door when Steve grabbed you by your upper arm “Can we talk?” He looked you deeply into your eyes. You gave him a death glare “No.” And walked away.

You got inside your room and jumped into the shower in your ensuite bathroom. The hot water made you able to clear your mind, thinking about how to avoid Steve in the best way possible… or maybe the best way to ‘break-up’ with him. Nothing came to your mind. Nothing. The tall blond was important to you - too important. He had stolen your heart within weeks and hadn’t let it go just yet. You can’t just call things off with him, everything would turn incredibly awkward and unbearable. After washing our hair and body, you got outside of the shower and put a towel around your wet body. In your room, you walked over to your dresser and decided on your outfit for the day to be a maxi flower skirt and a loose t-shirt you tied at the rim, accessorizing it with a couple of necklaces and bracelets. You took a look at the clock hanging on your wall and saw it was already eight a.m., so most of the Avengers should already be up.

Walking back into the living room, Natasha passed you “Hey, (Y/N)”, she grabbed your arm “What did you do with Steve?” You gave her a confused look “What do you mean?” “He seems to be quite a bit pissed off and annoyed”, the agent explained. “Oh, and that has to do something with me”, you rolled your eyes annoyed. “That’s not what I said, I only thought it could be.” “Yeah well, I don’t know and don’t care”, you admitted and kept on walking.

As you entered the living room, Tony and Laura were sitting on the sofa chatting “Hey, Laura, what are you doing here?” Clint’s wife stood up and approached you “That’s just the way I want to be greeted”, she joked. You smiled at her “You know what I mean.” She hugged you tightly “I know.”

“Yep, good morning to me as well, thanks”, Tony made himself presented himself. After the two of you separated, you turned to Tony “Good morning, TONY”, you greeted him sarcastically. He gave you a proud smile. Taking a seat on the sofa, you accompanied the two adults and started talking to them. “But seriously, what are you doing here, Laura?” “The kids wanted to see their favourite heroes again”, Laura admitted just as little footsteps were able to be heard from the hallway. “(Y/N)!!!”, the two little Barton’s screamed and ran up to you – you stood up, kneeled down and hugged them. “Oooh, guys, I’ve missed you”, you told the two. “We’ve missed you too”, the little princess said as she leaned back to look at you. The kids started telling you all about what had happened ever since you left the farm when Tony had to give another remark “I’m here as well, you know… why the heck does everyone ignore me today?”, he threw his arms up as he stood up, to go over to the bar on the other side of the room.

During your pleasant talk with Clint’s kids, another presence made it into the room. You looked up and, of course, saw the last person you wanted to see at that point. “Uncle Steve!”, Cooper and Lila ran into the super soldier’s arms. “Hey, little ones! How are we?”, he sympathized with them, before looking up to see Laura and me on the sofa “Good to see you, Laura.”

You didn’t want to be in the same room with the tall blond, not being able to look at him without hearing his statement over and over again ‘I don't know. Family, stability... The guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. I think someone else came out.’ ‘I think someone else came out.” ‘Someone else came out.’

Before tears started forming in your eyes, you got up and excused yourself “Sorry”, and walked back to your room, leaving Laura and Tony concerned, and Steve wondered what he had done wrong. The moment you reached your room, you opened the door, walked inside, closed it behind you, and threw yourself onto your bed, letting the tears just spill out – there was no stopping them. You were crying for a good ten minutes before a knock happened on the other side of your door. Trying to ignore the person didn’t work out since they kept on knocking “What?!”, you asked annoyed. “Can I come in?”, the voice of the Captain echoed through the door. You didn’t answer, thinking that he might walk away, but he didn’t. The door opened, and the blond super soldier entered with a concerned look on his face. “What had been going on with you?” No answer. “(Y/N)… you’ve been acting weird all morning, tell me”, he demanded. Still no answer. “Come on, I’m serious. I can’t just let you sulk here, not knowing what happened.” You quickly straightened up and looked him deep in his eyes “You want to know what my freaking problem is?!”, you screamed into his face “It’s you!” His facial expression screamed shock. “I can’t talk to you, or see you, or even think of you without my heart breaking into a freaking million pieces because you are the reason!!!” You let all of your frustration that had been building up ever since yesterday, out. Trying to calm yourself down and get the words together, Steve’s eyes started filling up with tears as well, seeing you suffering so much because of him. “I-I… I just… I d-I don’t want… I don’t want this… anymore”, you finally admitted. “What is this?”, the soldier’s voice was trembling slightly. “THIS!”, you brandished your hands around “This! All of this! Us! Whatever this is between us! I don’t want it!” “I asked you months ago and you agreed”, he stated. “Yes, but… n-not… not anymore”, you looked at him, tears running down your cheeks. Steve approached you slowly, you kept your gaze low “What is it that you want?”, he asked with a soft voice. You didn’t know what came over you, but you let everything spill “I want an actual relationship, a serious one. I want to go on dates and laugh with the person I love”, you took a deep breath “I want to celebrate the smallest holidays like Valentine’s Day and each others birthdays. I want to have a family, a dog, kids, a house, with the person I love…I-“, you were about to continue when he interrupted you by taking your hands in his “And who is that person you love.” Your complete tears covered face and red eyes looked up to him, lips trembling, unsure if what you were about to say would be the right decision. After taking another deep breath, the answer was about to come out of your mouth… but you just couldn’t. You tried avoiding his gaze again. Steve grabbed your face gently “Why didn’t you tell me?” “What was I supposed to tell you? You don’t want that…”, you sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed “What makes you think that?” “Oh, please, Steve… I heard you and Tony. The man that wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. A-and… and another c-came”, you couldn’t even finish your stuttering – Steve pressed his lips onto yours, his hands still on your cheeks. Taken back, you slowly started kissing back. After the passionate kiss, filled with love for each other, you separated to look at each other’s tears filled eyes. “That guy came back when he met you.”

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Credits to @coffeebooksandfandom for the amazing title, LOVE IT :)

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fic: Topographies of Desire (1/1)

Code Name: Prime Title: Topographies of Desire Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: T for mild cursing Pairings:   Steve Rogers x Tony Stark [Pre-Slash] Summary: When Tony looks at Steve, he wants to stay. (Character study for the scene when Steve and Tony say goodbye at the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron.)  Link to fic on AO3: here Written for the @capim-tinybang‘s 2018 Tiny Reverse Bang Amnesty Week || inspired by @skyeedom’s breathtaking  art

Author's Note: *waves hello* Since this takes place during the scene where Tony and Steve say goodbye at the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron, I have borrowed some lines of dialogue from the movie. This is a new fandom and a new ship for me. Also, because 2018 has thus far repeatedly kicked my ass on a personal level, it's been a while since I've written fic. Please feel free to comment; I'd love to hear your thoughts, whether you leave a smile, a frown, constructive criticism, or a poem. ;) All I ask is that you please remember that there is, in fact, a human being on the other side of the screen. Thank you for reading!

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“I will miss you, Tony,” Steve says from beside him as they walk across the grass, and though there’s nothing particularly remarkable about his voice, Tony still can’t resist turning his head so he can peer at his face for just a moment—

(In a quicksilver flash of whimsy, he thinks of the Sirens luring ancient mariners to their deaths with their hypnotic voices. The thought flickers and vanishes.)

—to gauge Steve’s sincerity. That’s all. Not so Tony can admire the blue gleam of his eyes; the glitter of his lashes in the sunlight; the little ruts etched between the sandy, twin slashes of his eyebrows. Never that.

(He’d laugh at himself if he weren’t so pathetic.)

“Yeah?” There’s no hollow ache in his stomach and his chest when he thinks about leaving Steve there at the new Avengers facility. There isn’t, ok? “Well, it’s time for me tap out.” Relief that Steve hasn’t asked him to stay makes Tony a touch breathless.

If he— If he asks him to stay—if the words Don’t go slip out of that pretty, pink mouth, wrapped in a plea, not a command, Tony would maybe possibly definitely consider it; that would be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.

Because if Steve is fire, Tony is gasoline, and Tony has just enough self-awareness to realize it would only take a single stray spark and he would gladly ignite.

They talk for a few minutes more about a simple life of family and stability.

When Tony looks at Steve, he wants to stay. When he looks at Steve, he wants to call his armor, suit up, and hit the sky, letting wind and distance create a buffer between him and the man wearing a uniform Tony designed for him. When he looks at Steve, Tony wonders just how strong the solid stretch of those broad shoulders is. He wants to test it—wants to curl up against Steve’s chest and make himself small, so small that neither the memory of his father’s alcohol-slick breath, the casual brutality of his father’s fists, nor Obi’s betrayal, can touch him.

Worst of all, he wants to tuck his head under Steve’s chin and breathe his secrets into the gentle cup of his collarbone.

I’m the man who killed the Avengers. I saw you all dead. I felt it. The whole world, too. Because of me. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t do all I could.

When Tony looks at Steve, it isn’t the legend or the super soldier he wants; it’s the man.

Tony tells Steve none of these things, though, glass-fragile inside, where no one can see it, shielding himself with a whitewater rush of words instead. Their conversation leaves Tony very happy he’s wearing shades. Hopefully, the tinted lenses hide enough of his eyes that Steve can’t sense the uncomfortable emotions roiling inside Tony.

In the end, Tony drives off, leaving nanofragments of himself back at the Avengers compound, whether Steve realizes it or not.

Back in his bedroom in Malibu, Tony unzips his bag and finds an unmarked manila envelope lying on top of his clothes. His fingers fumble with the metal clasp, and he rolls his eyes. “Fuck,” he mutters as he slides a single sheet of paper from the envelope and manages to catch its sharp edge with his finger. A red drop blooms blood-bright at the bottom right corner, just beneath the space where S. Rogers is inked in strong, neat script. Tony’s eyes track upward from that spot on the page, his pulse beating hard enough that he can taste it in the back of his throat.

Part of a forearm and all of a hand, long-fingered and short-nailed, graced with downy hair Tony can almost feel beneath his fingertips if he concentrates, are drawn in pencil, hyperrealistic, in the foreground. Steve’s hand. It reaches back toward the top of the page, fingers curved in an elegant arch Tony wants to travel with his lips, and gives the impression of stopping short of touching what’s sketched there: Tony himself lying on his side in a bed, legs bent and curled in like he’s hiding from something. 

A nubby, checkered blanket is pulled up over him, covering his entire body from his neck down. His hands, folded as if in prayer, lie caught beneath his cheek and a fat pillow. His mouth sits slightly open, lax and soft. But his eyes are closed, lashes and perhaps dark thoughts casting deep shadows on the thin skin below. His hair sticks up in jagged, haphazard spikes. All except for a thick chunk that’s somehow pulled low and comma-shaped over his forehead. Above the entire drawing hovers a dialogue bubble, and inside it reads, “I don't trust a guy without a dark side.” Words Tony remembers speaking to Steve when they were arguing about Ultron—and secrets.

It’s him. It’s him. It’s unmistakably him, lying in the bed he and Steve had shared at the Barton farm. Eyes closed, Tony permits himself a moment of weakness—allows his trembling fingers to trace over and across the paper, imagining Steve watching him sleep. Imagining Steve watching him and wanting to touch. But no, that can’t be right...

Tony bites his tongue until he tastes copper. Only then does he open his eyes. Ignoring his still full bag, he dashes out of his bedroom and to his workshop, where he locks himself in. The drawing he drops into a drawer that he locks. After five minutes, he unlocks and reopens the drawer, and with a heavy sigh and his mouth curled bitterly on one side, he removes the drawing and places it on one of his drafting tables.

Tony works. He calculates probabilities; draws schematics; welds and hammers; ignores JARVIS’ crisp Sir, Captain Rogers wishes to speak with you; drinks cup after cup of strong coffee; stays awake until his body decides for him. Then, and  only then, does he do what he’s been fighting so desperately not to do. He slumps over a table and sleeps, muscles twitching occasionally, head filled with images of Captain America’s broken shield and their friends’ broken bodies and finally, finally, finally Steve’s broken body and his even more fractured words: You could have saved us. Why didn't you do more?

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Question for you, dear reader(s): How do you feel about the Avengers: Age of Ultron movie?