#the iceman 2012

[shamrockqueen]

The summer of 85

Pairing : Robert Pronge x Reader (80s style)

Warnings : R18, Naughty behavior, caught him by surprise, smut, he hates to see you leave but loves watching you go

Word count : 3167

Chris Evans Masterlist

Robert didn’t particularly like this neighborhood, and he certainly didn’t care for the pressed-shirt types that populated it. But, the house wasn’t expensive, and it suited all of his needs. The way he saw it, as long as he kept his distance from all the white picket fence type of people, he’d do just fine.

He was working on a shitbox car in the attached garage—another cheap purchase, but it did just enough to carry him this far. The summer sun was cooking him in the un-air conditioned space, even with the garage door pulled up to allow the occasional breeze to come in.

Robert cursed upon catching his finger on a poorly placed hole near what he was sure was the carburetor. He jerked back, tossing an oily rag back against the ground in a huff before nursing his sore finger.

He tried to take a breather, wiping his clean hand over his neck. Better to clear away the sweat that had built up on his skin before stepping away from the mess. He went into the driveway to catch that bit of breeze that rolled past the house, and it didn’t come alone.

You were riding past the house on your bike, hair blown back in the wind and the sun kissing your exposed skin. It was the first thing that caught his eye, with the last being your cutoff denim shorts tightly hugging your ass.

You had ole Robert turning his head just as you passed his trash bins. It wasn’t until you rolled your pedals back to brake, coming to a solid stop as your shoe hit the pavement. He quickly averted his eyes the second they connected with yours, leaving him to miss the small and mischievous smile that pulled along your lips.

You caught the moment he dared to look back at you, giving him a friendly wave. He stared back for a second, confused by any actual neighborly behavior, let alone from someone like you.

He waved back before you turned away, watching as you kicked back off the road and cycled away. You left him with just the short memory of your shapely figure working over a blue cruiser bicycle.

He tried to clear his mind by putting his focus back on the car, but he never made much progress. He was quickly admitting defeat after an hour of fucking around with it.

Tossing his tools back in their box, he reached for the pull cord to yank the door to the garage closed when he heard a familiar spin of bicycle spokes. He spared a glance out at the road and was surprised by a familiar face.

You were off your bike this time, choosing instead to roll it along the road.

He offered another wave, much like you had upon your first passing, only this time you spoke back to him in return.

“Hello”

Your voice sounded sweet, even airy, and it easily caught Robert off guard. “Uh, hey there.”

“What's your name?” You chirped back.

“Me?” He mouthed back, barely audible. You recognized the gesture all the same.

“Is there someone else in there with you? You laughed.

He scoffs before answering the previous question. “My name’s Robert.”

“Do you have a bike pump, Robert?” You asked.

“What?” It was all he'd given back as a response, somewhat dumbfounded as to why the hell you were even talking to him in the first place.

“Do you..” you began to repeat, only to be cut off midway.

“I heard you; I just…why?” He finally spit out the question. Why?

Why were you smiling at him, battering your lashes in his direction? Why were you even giving him a second glance, let alone asking him for anything?

“My tire went flat.” You say as you roll your bike closer, crossing onto his concrete driveway and overstepping an invisible boundary.

Robert didn’t answer again, standing mostly agast with the garage cord still in between his fingers. He doesn’t know how to talk to gentle young things like you, and he gaped at the absurdity of the conversation like a fish out of water.

“You don’t want to help me, Robert?” You said with a soft pout as you dug the toe of your shoe side to side on the concrete.

He counters back quickly, although his words end up being fumbled. “No…I.” He had to think for a second, “I can help; just give me a second,” and with that, he pushed the garage door back up and turned back to look for the needed bike pump.

You follow him inside, rolling your bike alongside you as he disappears behind the car. It annoyed him a little bit that you didn’t just stay put; in fact, you seemed to linger just a little too closely for his own comfort.

You’re just a peach, and he’s anything but sweet.

Your skin was a little sweaty from your afternoon ride, giving you an unearthly glow. He, on the other hand, felt grungy from the perspiration that stuck to his clothes and hair after working with the car.

He’s digging for anything that resembles a bike pump. He had agreed without thinking about whether he actually had one. Yet, low and behold, just the right item was found buried within some unpacked boxes.

“So you’re new around here?” You asked, a sweet lilt to your voice as you ignored any of the negativity in his body language.

“Uh, yeah. Moved in a month or two ago.” He answered back as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

You bounded back over, nearly splayed across his shoulder, as you watched him examine the tire for any holes. He did find another reason for it to have gone flat.

“Shit, it looks like the cap for the air valve is missing. It’ll just run out of air aga…”

“Oh, here you go.” You quickly and conveniently pulled the little black cap from your shorts pocket, holding it out for him to take.

Robert is well confused as to why it’s in your pocket instead of on your bike, but as his brows knit together, he found he didn’t care to ask. He only wanted to get this shit done. It was hard enough to work while trying to keep an eye on the beautiful creature that had just invaded his space.

“So, what made you decide on this neighborhood?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels as you stood back up from your hunched position.

You toed around his garage as he pumped the bike tire out of his line of vision but not his mind.

“Uh, I don’t know. The house was cheap, I guess.” He answered back.

You ran your finger along the dusty lines in a small fridge at the corner of the garage as you continued to speak. “Meet any other neighbors?”

“Uh, no. Hey, I’m trying to do this, so if you could..yeah.” He couldn’t string together the precise words, but his meaning came through. He wanted you to cut out whatever the hell you were doing where he couldn’t see.

Not that you would actually listen, but you did give him a sassy “Sor-ry.”

“Thank you for helping me. I promise I’ll be very appreciative.” You said as you cracked the door open on the little fridge, feeling the cool air on your shins, before leaning down to look at its contents. The sound only just made him stop tinkering with the bike and toss you a glance over his shoulder. It wasn’t until he heard the ‘pst’ of someone cracking open a can of his beer that it spurred him back onto his feet.

“Hey, get the fuck out of there!” He yells behind his shoulder before fully standing. He watched, fuming a little, as you brought the open can to your lips for a taste.

He rushed across the small garage to rip the cab from your fingers, shouting out, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” before knocking the cab down instead.

It spilled out over the both of you, coating your clothes and his hands.

“Jesus, god damn it!” As he shakes the beer from his fingers as he sets the now empty can aside, trying not to just throw it at you.

You only gave a little “oh no” as you pulled at your now wet clothes.

He was already tearing at his soggy t-shit to pull it free from his body, not wanting anymore sticky skin. You followed suit, pulling your top over your head and letting your soft and unencumbered breasts fall free from the fabric. A cool breeze blew through from the opening of the garage, making your bare buds perk up against the chill.

Robert was at a loss for even a single thought at the sight of you. That breeze is the first thing to snap him back into reality. He’s at a loss as to what to do first: cover you up or shut the garage so no other neighbors could see the display you’d made.

He moves quickly now, jumping after the cord for the garage door and yanking it down until it hits the cement with a hard clunk.

He turned back as you began to unbutton your shorts to free yourself from the wet denim. He has to rush over and grab the hem of your shorts just to keep you from slipping them down your body and completely exposing yourself to him.

He shouts out at you with “What the fuck are you doing?”

“My clothes got dirty.” You say this as if it were a matter of fact, like this was something completely normal to do in the presence of a strange man.

“What?!” Robert was entirely confused, half certain that none of this could be reality. Surely he had passed out from the heat, and this was some gorgeous fever dream.

“You spilled beer on my clothes; I have to take them off.” You spoke softly, more demure as you slid your hands over his as he gripped your undone jeans. You were gentle, especially compared to the stiffening of his muscles as you ran your nails lightly up and down his arms.

When Robert wasn’t immediately responsive, you taped at the nose piece of his glasses, pushing them up his face as you taunted him. "Geez, you’re thick.”

You had gotten close, nearly tickling the tip of his nose with yours.

“You know, I was hoping to say that when I actually got your pants off.”

You were devious. You had never seen ‘Robert’ in the neighborhood before and you sure as hell hadn’t seen any moving trucks to signal a new neighbor's presents in your cozy little burb. He looked wild, messy long hair, wide shoulders and a thick air of aggravation around him. The muscles in his neck had tightened as he had fought against the inner workings of his car.

You had thought you had a shot, but he had seemed so unreceptive. You definitely didn’t account for the spilling of the beer you had taken, but you worked it in your favor.

He simply puffed out a sharp breath, looking down at your exposed skin and realizing the absurdity of fighting against you. It was the first time he actually stopped to ask himself why he was trying to stop you.

He let you take his hands in yours, helping him push the wet denim down your body until they finally fell to the dusty floor before you kicked them away.

His voice was much more subdued, almost weak, as you cornered him against the side of his car. “What the hell are you doing?” He spoke more in awe this time. He was never this lucky, so you’d have to excuse his consistent skepticism.

You smiled once his hands had left the hem of your shorts and spread along your bare skin. You nuzzled over his cheek, leaning in to ghost your lips along the scruff of his mustache and beard. Whispering lowly, “I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” before finally stealing a heated little kiss.

It was quick, even searing. Even within this sweltering garage, he made your skin flush even hotter. At first, he hadn’t been as receptive as you’d hoped he would be, but as he pressed into the kiss you knew he’d finally come around.

Robert completely switched, becoming more aggressive with the way he handled you as he dragged his teeth over your lower lip before sucking it between them. You smiled with a happy whine as his mouth tore away to pepper sloppy, desperate kisses over your jaw and along your neck and shoulder.

Your fingers spread over his wide shoudlers, pulling him closer until his chest was squished against your plush breasts. His hands gripped either side of your waist, holding on tight as if you could fly away at any moment.

His fingers didn't wander over the parts of your body where you needed them the most. Out of a little frustration, you basically had to grab his digits too harshly so as to guide him to drag them over your hip. His hand didn't want to leave your soft flesh, and you laughed as you forced it over your belly and down the front of your panties.

“C’mon, I need you to touch me, Robert.” You sounded impatient, but you were met with an equally needy growl of agreement as it rumbled from his chest.

His fingers kicked into action as soon as a tip touched one of your hidden folds. You hummed with joy, giggling against his lips as you stole another kiss.

His fingers wove through your lower lips to play at your entrance. You’re raking your fingers through his long hair as he’s dragging his thick digits through the soft petals of your soppy cunt.

His left hand traveled further down your body, sliding through the waistband of those lace panties. His right fingers pumped through your wet sex as he fought to gain purchase around the thin material of your underwear. His mind was too preoccupied with bumping his knuckles along your inner walls as he broke his lips away again to bite at your neck. The bruises he’d leave would bloom angry and purple by tomorrow.

An animalistic part of his brain became fed up with this last scrap of fabric as it stuck to your body, and his nails tore through it in protest before he ripped it with a sickening crack of snapping seams. It stayed stuck around the side of your other leg but fell to ribbons alongside the other.

His hands reached further, gripping your by the back of your soft squeezable thighs and hoisted you up so that your sneakers dangled a good 6 inches off the floor.

Your ass crashes against a shabby tool bench that helped to sandwich the two of you next to the car. It came with the house, and he was planning to just chuck it out, but somehow it became incredibly useful.

With you more or less safely perched at cock height, he began tearing apart his belt buckle so he could shimmy his jeans down to his thighs.

“Is this even fucking real?” He growls under his breath, moreso to himself, but you laugh anyway.

His hands were hungry, dragging and clawing over your body. It was as if he needed to memorize its shape, as if by some stroke of terrible luck you could disappear within an instant.

His boxer band is on display before he grabs a handful of cloth and denim to pull it down to his thighs. His cock is more alive than it had been in months, and with the option of real pussy on the line, it was throbbing, bobbing against his stomach as he pulled it free.

“Oh shit. Are you sure?” He still doubted, frustrating you just a little bit more.

You nod back, whimpering, “Yes, yes!”

“You’re not gonna turn back into a pumpkin the second I stick it in, will ya?” He chuckled, finally letting himself relax.

“Oh what, you think you’re fuckin funny all of a sudden?” You say as you wrapped your legs around his back to pull him flush against your lower body.

This time he’s taking the hint and aligning the tip with the soft pink opening of your flower. He nearly wanted to commit the image of it to memory, but for now he couldn’t leave either of you waiting a single second, and he pushed through your tight little opening.

Oh, what a beautiful young lady you were! You were practically flexing around his cock as he pushed further in.

“Fuck Me.” He gritted out as he ground his teeth together.

He fucks you just like that, bent over your splayed body, carefully pumping through your tight channel. He was eager now, paying no mind to your tight expression as he stretched your walls apart.

His hips started to piston back and forth, making the old wooden legs of that work bench creak in protest of the misuse. You were hanging off the edge, one shoed foot propped up by the heel on the side of the bench, and the other grazing against the cement floor in the hopes of balancing itself.

You whine at the tickling and the flutter of his cock dragging along your inner walls, stirring your pussy and making you cry. You sang his name—a tune he’d never thought he’d hear sung from such sweet lips.

The garage is humid, with thick and sticky hot air clouding over you both as he plunged in and out of your wet heat. Each slam of his hips sent a ricochet of something hot, like a satisfying burn shooting up your belly and smoldering against the back of your eyelids.

Each shot of that white-hot bliss built into a waiting inferno until it all burst apart. You nearly couldn’t breathe as you unraveled around him, and he ground his teeth together as his own end neared.

For as fuck drunk as you had made him, he still had some sense to pull himself free from your gushing flower before his cock began to seize. Instead, he spilled out all over your soft belly.

His cock continued to twitch, dribbling out a last few beads of white nectar before beginning to soften.

Robert was fighting to catch his breath while being suffocated by the cloud of heat the two of you had made in that small garage.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face, pushing up his glasses in the process.

You had to push yourself to sit up before carefully hopping down. The cum was still thick and wet, threatening to drip down your stomach and between your legs from the change of position.

“You’ve made me all dirty.” You whined.

“Uh, sorry.” His eyes were lidded, barely registering your words other than those that required an apology from himself.

“Well, I’m gonna need a shower.” You spoke, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He’s still so dumbfounded as you saunter right for the entrance to his house from the measly little garage.

It took him a minute to regain his bearings; only after taking a breath did he realize that the strange temptress that had bested him was now wandering through his house.

“Wait, a fuckin minute!” He shouted as he ran after you.

@alternativegirl23 (I’m a big fan)

[scuddish]

CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen

[thedrillerkiller]

the look I’m going for with my new glasses

imagining being chased down by mr. freezy. hopefully he’ll tie me up in the back of his ice cream van🫠🫠🫠

[siriuslysirius05]

Just Married!

…in spirit, not legal. Because, in 1990, gay marriage is not legal.

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: pedal to the floor on the slider one-shot this week

[kimiraikkonen7]

[dailychrisevans]

CHRIS EVANS as Robert Pronge / Mr. Freezy THE ICEMAN (2012) dir. Ariel Vromen

[gay-mike-wheeler]

leaked st5 scene /j

(redraw of the iceman coming out scene from all-new x-men 2012 #40)

i’ve never drawn el or mike before so if this sucks uhh please don’t tell me 👍

original under the cut

[beyondthefold]

CHRIS EVANS as MR. FREEZY The Iceman (2012) | dir. Ariel Vromen

[nightmareinfloral]

Eye-Boy: Where to Read?

Trevor Hawkins, also known as Eye-Boy, is a mutant whose entire body is covered in a total of 57 eyes. These eyes give him enhanced visual abilities such as telescopic, microscopic, night, and x-ray vision, as well as allow him to very accurately read micro-expressions, body language, and nonverbal cues. He can also emit blasts of solar energy. Below the cut is a complete list of Trevor’s appearances updated as of April 2024.

Wolverine and the X-men (2011) 19, 21-23, 25, 27-29, 31

A+X (2012) 4, 9

Wolverine and the X-men (2011) 32, 38-39, Annual 1, 40-42

Young Avengers (2013) 14

Wolverine and the X-men (2014) 1-2

Nightcrawler (2014) 1

Wolverine (2014) 4

Wolverine and the X-men (2014) 3-6

Nightcrawler (2014) 5

Wolverine and the X-men (2014) 10

Nightcrawler (2014) 8

Spider-man and the X-men (2014) 1-6

Storm (2014) 10-11

All-New X-men (2015) 9

Star-lord (2016) 1

X-men: Gold (2017) 1

Generation X (2017) 1-3

X-men: Gold (2017) 7

Generation X (2017) 4-6

X-men: Gold (2017) 14

Generation X (2017) 8-9, 85

Iceman (2017) 9

X-men: Gold (2017) Annual 1

Generation X (2017) 86

Iceman (2017) 10

Generation X (2017) 87

Venomized (2018) 1, 4

Old Man Logan (2016) 39-40

Iceman (2018) 1

Domino (2018) Annual 1

X-men: Black- Mojo (2018) 1

The Merry X-men Holiday Special (2018) 1

Uncanny X-men (2018) 9, 10

Age of X-man: Apocalypse and the X-Tracts (2019) 1-5

Age of X-man: Omega (2019) 1

New Mutants (2019) 7

Giant-Size X-men: Nightcrawler (2020) 1

X-Factor (2020) 1-3

X of Swords: Destruction (2020) 1

X-Factor (2020) 5

Excalibur (2019) 16

X-Factor (2020) 6

New Mutants (2019) 15

X-Factor (2020) 7

New Mutants (2019) 16

X-Factor (2020) 8

Women of Marvel (2021) 1

Hellfire Gala Guide (2021) 1

X-Factor (2020) 9

New Mutants (2019) 18

Excalibur (2019) 21

X-Factor (2020) 10

Children of the Atom (2021) 6

X-men: The Trial of Magneto (2021) 1

Marauders (2019) 23

X-men: The Trial of Magneto (2021) 2

X-men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) 6

X-men: The Trial of Magneto (2021) 3-5

X-men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) 20, 42

X-men (2021) 20

Love Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) 44

X-men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) 86-87

Marvel’s Voices: X-men (2023) 1

[lovecatsys]

Dark Wolverine #21 (2012) // Iceman #8 (2018)

[slidersimp]

Not so secret admirer

I made a little Icemav Valentine’s day drabble! Very quick but I hope you like it!!

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Maverick had almost forgotten it was Valentine’s Day before he arrived at his office. Ice was gone, on another one of his trips where he left quickly and couldn’t tell Maverick where he was going, just gave him a kiss on the way out the door and promised him he’d be safe. Maverick had been working himself to the bone, final qualifications for one of the jets he was testing making him go on multiple hops a day, pushing the jet beyond the borders of the envelope. He was actually thankful for a day in the office looking over specs and paperwork when he made it into work that morning, his flight suit tucked away in favor of his khakis and a moment to catch his breath.

He stopped short at the sight of his desk. He’d left his papers neatly tucked away, the only things atop the desk being a little container of pens, the monitor for his computer, and a single red rose, with a card resting below the stem.

His heart jumped into overdrive, learned fear and caution rising up in him for an arresting moment before he remembered the events of the past few months. It was February 14th, 2012. Don’t ask, don’t tell was a thing of the past. Homophobia wasn’t something that could be done away with by a piece of legislation, but Tom “Iceman” Kazansky was his partner for all the world to know.

He cast his eyes around the office, his coworkers watching him with curiosity, and he went to his desk. He set his bag down on his chair, taking the rose in one hand and the card in the other. The gift was small, not the basket filled with chocolates, a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear he’d seen on one of his coworker’s desks, but it was undeniable. 

He’d spent enough years in the closet not to expect anything on this particular holiday, nothing that wasn’t hidden behind closed doors, and even then sometimes he and Tom had refrained from anything that might be physically telling for the safety of their own careers. He’d never received anything like this, but a single rose sat on his desk, and Pete couldn’t help but smile when he looked at the gift and thought of Tom. It was simple, nothing gaudy like the gift basket he’d seen, but thoughtful all the same, a proclamation of his feelings in a way that could not be denied. He traced his thumb carefully over one of the thorns on the stem.

He recognized Tom’s handwriting on the envelope immediately, his name written out the way Tom always wrote it on the little notes he left him, stuck to the fridge or the front door when he had to leave for the airport before Pete even got out of bed, or snuck into his lunch on the days he was home. Just four letters, but the familiarity, the care in the strokes of ink made him smile. Pete. 

He slipped the card from the envelope.

I was hoping to deliver this in person, but life gets in the way sometimes. Maybe you’ll like this way better. My plan was to show up while you were right about to go on your lunch break. I’d walk straight into your office, right up to your desk and surprise you. And probably embarrass you in front of all your coworkers, too, but who gives a shit what they think? I wanted to show everyone what we are, that I’m more than just your wingman. 

One day, we’ll do it legally, with rings and a wedding. Hopefully one day soon, but until that day comes, I hope this is at least something. 

I love you, Pete. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Tom.

He lowered the card with a small smile on his face. He’d call Tom later today, maybe as soon as he got onto his lunch break, just to tell him he’d gotten his gift. One of his coworkers flashed him a smile as they entered, nodding at the rose.

“Secret admirer?” They asked, and Pete turned the rose in his fingers, smiling down at it.

“My partner.” He said, because it was the best word for Tom, and a word he’d come to love. Not boyfriend, which felt flippant, not husband, because even with the commitment there, there were still legal barriers standing in their way. Partner, because Tom had hugged him on the deck of the Enterprise and had decided he’d never let go. Pete had decided the same. He met his coworker’s eyes with a smile. “Not so secret anymore.”

[scuddish]

CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 8: Spanish music)

We all need those two. Don't lie to me.

A Spanish song filled the air. It was a happy one, one with a good singer and a harmonic guitar. The kind of song you’d listen to on a warm afternoon when you’re sitting in the sun or you’d dance to in the summer. It sounded like peace and freedom. It was a nice song. Jorge hated it.

He didn’t hate the song per se. He actually liked it a lot. He had danced to it with his husband just a few days before. He just hated that the melody was loud enough to reach his ears. He hated that it was currently playing. It had woken him. Just a minute ago, he was sound asleep, dreaming about the man that was draped above him. He looked at the warm body and couldn’t help but smile. His short dark hair was a mess. The short grey part seemed more obvious than usual. He was getting old. They were getting old. Together.

If Jorge had woken up from the sound, his husband could as well. He didn’t want that. He deserved some more rest, a few hours could be enough. So he took the phone from the nightstand to stop the buzzing. He turned it in his hand, realizing it wasn’t his own. It was Dani’s phone. Of course it was. Only he had set this particular song as a ring tone.

His mind was still a little bit behind so he was ready to just tell anyone off that couldn’t read a clock or didn’t care about time differences. He looked at the screen and his plans had suddenly disappeared. It wasn’t some sponsor, journalist, a KTM member or younger rider that needed help. The name tag read a familiar name. One that was none for random calls. Especially at this early hour. “Lil Marquez”. Alex. The picture set confirmed it. Alex was grinning at him. It was a picture of him lifting Shira on his right and Stitch on the left. It was taken a few years ago when the Marquez brothers had visited them and bought the dogs along. They would meet him and his boyfriend in a few hours. There was no reason to call him.

“Alex, did your mama not teach you about appropriate times to call someone? It’s 6am. We had agreed to meet you and the little Italian at 11” he spoke as quite as he could not to wake Dani. The older was still sound asleep on his chest. His heart calmly beating against his own. Absentminded, he buried his hand in his hair. He was pissed, he always was when he didn’t get enough sleep. But that didn’t mean Dani couldn’t sleep some more. He tried keeping his voice low.

“Jorge? Sorry, I know it’s early. I couldn’t wait longer.” That wasn’t Alex. Alex didn’t had an accent when he spoke Spanish. “Here’s Luca.” His voice was tired. He was sad. A weird feeling grew in him. That wasn’t a good sign. Luca wasn’t the type to randomly call him. He never did actually. He didn’t even had his number, that’s why he was using Alex phone.

“Can you two come earlier and not to Alex house? He… We are at the hospital” he continued and Lorenzo felt himself tense up. Riders at a hospital were never a good combination. “Is everything okay? Is Alex injured?” His blood ran cold at the thought. “No but Marc is. It’s not looking good. It’s looking terrible actually.” “How bad is terrible? His arm-?” “Is the least of his problems. He… The doctor said we shouldn’t get our hopes up. He… He will probably never wake up again”

Luca’s voice broke. The man whose nickname was the ‘iceman’ lost his voice over a sentence. He bit his hand not to start crying in the floor of a hospital.

The world froze for a moment.

A world without the Spaniards smile seemed like it had no other destiny than to freeze. His smile was too bright and his attitude too positive to be lost. Jorge couldn’t even imagine a life without him, even if they didn’t had a lot of contact over the retirement years. Still, he kept being a presence in his life.

Marc had just inserted himself in their life back in 2013. 2012, actually, at the pre-season test. He had tried to befriend Dani and Jorge remembered seeing this teenager, not even 20 years old, bombarding his boyfriend with question. He had smiled and looked like he happily answered his questions. That hadn’t changed in the following year and Jorge had felt jealousy at first. Now it seemed ridiculous but the he just didn’t like that this younger man took so much attention from his lover. So he had made it clear how close the two really were.

He had slung his arms around his boyfriend and made sure to check that Marc took the route behind the motorhomes as well before he decided to make out with Dani there. Dani hadn’t like this action of his and as it turns out neither would Jorge like it. Showing Marc that his teammate wasn’t single was a mistake. He hadn’t expected that there’d be any consequences for him. But now he was being targeting by the younger Spaniard as well. He was asked question and was quickly befriended. Now Jorge knew what Dani had to endure and realized that his affection for Marc was the natural reaction of the curious, young track terror.

“What happened?” he heard himself say. His voice was empty of emotions. If not, he might had start crying. “Motorcross. He… He didn’t land right” “Fuck” he felt his free hand grabbing Dani closer. Lorenzo pressed him tighter to his body, just to feel that he was there. That he was okay. That his worst fear of his career wasn’t real. “I can’t reach their parents and I don’t know what to do. Alex is so worried and… You and Dani have this weird older brother-2nd dads relationship to them. Can you… Please. I think Alex really needs you” It wasn’t even a question that should have been worth asking. He would have brought Dani to the hospital to comfort the younger brother even if he had to drag him.

“We’ll be there as soon as possible” It was a promise. They’d be there and Dani could make sure that their younger Spaniard would get the help he needed and probably denied himself. “Thank you” “It’s nothing. How are you coping?” “I… Let’s talk about that in person” “Okay. I’ll wake Dani and will be in the car soon” “Thanks. I’m really sorry for asking you this. I… I don’t know who else to ask” “Don’t, Luca. You all are family. Somehow”

The Italian chuckled. “Somehow?” “Yeah. Don’t ask me how my family became two Spanish boys, one Italian boyfriend and a husband.” “You love us” he teased. “I do. I really do.” He agreed without his usual mental barriers of expressing feeling. The news about Marc had already broken the part of him that couldn’t express feelings.

“Do you want to keep speaking while we’re getting ready or-“ he offered, knowing that sometimes it could calm people but Luca already declined. “No, I should hang up. I don’t want to leave Alex alone for too long. “Yeah, sure.” He said before hanging up.

He put the phone back on the place on the nightstand and let his thoughts wander for a moment. Marc. Hospital. Serious. He didn’t like the combination. He hated them actually and for a second he wished he hadn’t answered the phone. He wished he had just ignored the ringing. Then he looked at Dani. Dani. His Dani. The love of his life.

For a moment he thought about the past. He thought about the countless kissed they shared and sleepless nights and stolen moments when both decided the media or their team could wake. But not the other. They couldn’t wait. They had hidden in closets, behind and inside motorhomes just to take the others hand or kiss them or tell them how much they loved each other before going out for a session. At some point it had become a tradition. ‘Tell him you love him’ was at the back of their mind before they went out to ride a bike at 350km/h in just some funky leather. They had sworn to never ride while angry at each other.

The danger of their job seemed suddenly so much higher once the other person on the bike wasn’t just a colleague or friend but the one that waits for you when you come home. The one who comes home to you. The one that comes home with you. Suddenly what they always was as dangerous as their mothers always cursed it was. And they had to experience that as well. They had spent a lot of time in a hospital with each other, because of each other and for each other. They had been there for the other after every surgery, still by their side when they woke up. Every timey they knew they’d be able to leave together. But this was different.

Jorge kissed his husband softly. He wanted to show him how much he loved and cared for him, always did, always would. He only barely moved his lips, letting the other feel the warm of his skin and smell the familiar scent. He felt him wake up. He needed to tell Dani and he had to do it gently.

“Dani? Dani, my love” he tried not really getting an answer. “Mmmm…” “I love you” he kissed him again and this time the older responded. He kissed him back, softly and innocent. “I love you too” he whispered back. A few seconds past. Dark eyes slowly focusing. He looked at him curiously, a smiling that the younger wanted to protect at all cost while knowing he was about to shatter it.

“So what did you do now?” he asked playful like always when Jorge was extra sweet. He usually did something stupid like buy a very expensive and very ugly designer jacket. But this time he didn’t gave a cheeky response like he usually would. He was looking for words, not sure what to say or how to phrase it. He wanted to find the softest way to tell him the bad news. Dani looked at him, slightly frowing. He didn’t understand what was happening. Yet.

“What’s going on, Jorge?” The truth. As bad as it was, it was the only acceptable thing to say. “Luca called.” He said and watched as the smile slowly faded. His husband seemed to have the same train of thoughts. Luca wasn’t the type to call in the early hours of the morning for no reason. “Marc had an accident.” The words felt foreign in his mouth, like it wasn’t really him who was speaking. He couldn’t remember that his brain had come up with that certain combination of letters. “It’s… not looking good. He asked us to come to the hospital to look after Alex.”

“Motorcross?” “Yeah… Yesterday” “Oh” That was everything he said before he put his head back on the younger man’s chest.

He breathed for a moment. Jorge smelled like sweat and lemon like he always did. When he closed his eyes he noticed the smell of gasoline but maybe it was just his imagination. He listened to his heartbeat, felt his chest rise and fall while his arms hold him as tight as he hold him. Both needed a moment.

“We should get going” Jorge said after a few minutes and Dani agreed but it took them some more time to actually untangled themselves. They didn’t want to let go of the other just to face reality. They looked at each other, thinking the same. ‘It could have been you’ ‘I’m so happy I never had to make a call like that because of you’.

Jorge was driving. He took a longer but more easy route to the hospital. He was able to concentrate but he didn’t want to put his husband in more danger than necessary. Dani himself seemed lost in thoughts. He was looking outside the window, watching the trees pass but there was no way he was actually able to focus on nature.

[afaimscorner]

Liste der 97 besten X-Comics-Charaktere

Rogue (Anna Marie LeBeau) (1981)

Kitty Pryde (Shadowkat) (1980)

Gambit (Remy LeBeau) (1990)

Laura Kinney (Wolverine) (2004)

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) (1967)

Dani Moonstar (Mirage) (1982)

Illyana Rasputin (Magik) (1975)

Magneto (Max Eisenhart) (1963)

Alex Summers (Havok) (1969)

Jean Grey (Phoenix) (1963)

Scott Summers (Cylops) (1963)

Rahne Sinclair (Wolfsbane) (1982)

Lorna Dane (Polaris) (1968)

Doug Ramsey (Cypher) (1984)

Storm (Ororo Munroe) (1975)

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) (1975)

Banshee (Sean Cassidy) (1967)

 Siryn (Theresa Rourke) (1981)

Cannonball (Sam Guthrie) (1982)

Sunspot (Roberto DaCosta) (1982)

Rictor (Julio Esteban Richter) (1987)

Northstar (Jean Paul Beaubier) (1979)

Husk (Paige Guthrie) (1986)

Blink (Exiles) (Clarice Ferguson) (1994)

Multiple Man (Jamie Madrox) (1974)

Quicksilver (Pietro Maximoff) (1964)

Rachel Summers (Askani) (1981)

Mimic (Exiles) (Calvin Rankin) (2001)

Hellion (Julian Keller) (2003)

Elixir (Josh Foley) (2003)

Mercury (Cessily Kincaid) (2003)

Warren Worthington III (Archangel) (1963)

Iceman (Bobby Drake) (1963)

Logan (Wolverine, James Howlett) (1974)

Tabby (Tabitha Smith, Boom Boom) (1985)

Karma (Shi’an McCoy) (1980)

M (Monet St. Croix) (1994)

Alison Blair (Dazzler) (1980)

Strong Guy (Guido Carosella) (1985)

Juggernaut (Cain Marko) (1965)

Nocturne (T. J. Wagner) (2001)

Betsy Braddock (Captain Britain) (1976)

Brian Braddock (Captain Avalon) (1976)

Mystique (Raven Darkholm) (1978)

Maddie Pryor (Goblin Queen) (1983)

Madison Jeffries (1983)

Jay Guthrie (Icarus) (1984)

Lila Cheney (1984)

Rusty Collins (1986)

Skids (Sally Belvins) (1986)

Domino (Neena Thurman) (1992)

Nate Grey (X-Man) (1995)

Pete Wisdom (1995)

Dust (Sooraya Qadir)(2002)

Noriko Ashida (Surge) (2004)

Heather Mac Daniel Hudson (Sasquatch) (Exiles) (2002)

Quentin Quire (Kid Omega) (2003)

Laurie Collins (Wallflower) (2003)

Santo Vaccarro (Rockslide) (2003)

Pixie (Meggan Gwyn) (2004)

Amor (Hisako Ichiki) (2004)

Layla Miller (2006)

Gabby Kinney (Scout) ((2015)

Hope Summers (2007)

Magma (Amara Aquilla) (1983)

Warlock (1984)

Mindee Cuckoo (2001)

Longshot (1985)

Chamber (Jonathan Starsmore) (1994)

Destiny (Irene Adler) (1981)

Empath (Manuel Alfonzo Rodrigo de la Rocha)(1984)

Emma Frost (White Queen) (1980)

Cecilia Reyes (1997)

Callisto (1983)

Caliban (1981)

Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) (1964)

Snowbird (Naya Eason) (1979)

Oya (Idie Okonkwo) 2010)

Vulcan (Gabriel Summer) (2006)

Eva Bell (2012)

Goldballs (Fabio Medina, Egg) (2013)

Christopher Summers (Corsair) (1977)

Hepzibah (1977)

Moira MacTaggert (1975)

Mac (James Hudson, Guardian) (1978)

Heather McDonalds (Nemesis) (1980)

Aurora (Jeanne Marie Beaubier) (1979)

Daken (Akihiro, Fang) (2006)

Eyeboy (Trevor Hawkins) (2012)

Phoebe Cuckoo (2001)

Celeste Cuckoo (2001)

Trance (Hope Abbot) (2005)

Deadpool (Wade Wilson) (1991)

Gabriel Cohuelo (Velocidad) (2010)

Blindfold (Ruth Aldine) (2005)

Sabretooth (AoA) (Viktor Creed) (1994)

Jubilee (Jubilation Lee) (1989)

[jolikmc-thoughts]

I really need to do more reports regarding what I've been watching…

I recently finished watching Ultimate Spider-Man from 2012. It starts off kind of annoying, since it ditches the whole "Spider-Man doing his own thing" pretty early. It also kind of tanks in the middle of Season 3, but I'll get to that.

The initial premise is "what if S.H.I.E.L.D. made a team of teenage heroes and trained them to their 'ultimate' potential?" Well, Nick Fury does exactly that, tossing an eclectic team of Spider-Man, Nova, White Tiger, and Iron Fist head-first into training and being super. I wasn't on-board at first, since I kind of prefer how other series did Spider-Man and his day-to-day life, but it didn't take long for the other characters to grow on me.

Nova is a dork. White Tiger is pretty cool. But Iron Fist? He's simply the best of the team, aside from Spidey. He's the best of both a "surfer dude" and "zen martial artist" and is often the voice of neutrality when problems within the team pop up. He has his issues, of course, but he's just a joy to have around!

So, around the middle of Season 3, the series shifts dramatically and starts focusing almost exclusively on the "Web Warriors" of Iron Spider, Kid Arachnid, Agent Venom, and Scarlet Spider. And… the show quickly goes downhill from that point on. There are still a few good episodes here and there, but the shift to the "spider-clones" just makes for a really uninteresting and unappealing show, to me. Why they thought this was a good idea is beyond me. 'Cause it wasn't.

Anyway… while it's not as absolutely amazing as Spectacular Spider-Man or even Spider-Man (2016), it has its charms. For example, it absolutely loves… loves… to make shout-outs to Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends from the 1980s. I was kind of surprised Iceman and Firestar didn't show up at some point, even if just for a cameo. They did bring back the worst villain from that series: Swarm, but made it way more interesting, so there's that. Beetle is there, too, though I don't think he originated from Amazing Friends. I digress, though.

Flaws aside, it's a pretty decent watch and I'd recommend it. Just don't let this very strange interpretation of Dr. Octopus turn you away too hard. It's… unique.