It kinda sucks when you only have two friends that you feel comfortable with enough to be alone with just them. And to actually be confident enough around to speak and make conversation.
Sucks even more that you don’t see one too often. And even more with the other when you can’t even hang out…
I will admit to being the jealous type. And I will admit that I feel abandoned and replaced.
And I will admit that I feel abandoned and replaced.
I signed up for the Cap/Iron Man Reverse Big Bang 2013 over at livejournal and my art got claimed by the amazing Copperbadge. He proceeded to write an incredible fic based on it - an 616 AU set during the Prohibition called “Ain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do” - and I couldn’t help drawing a couple of scenes from it.
The second picture is the one from the original claims which inspired the fic and the other four are then based off Sam’s writing.
It’s been an AWESOME adventure and I really have to do this again sometime.
So Steve’s been trying to convince Tony -slowly, as much as he can without pushing too hard- to adopt kids.
Tony always exits stage left as fast as is humanly possible. Once, he even blows something up to distract Steve long enough to punch the repulsors and fly off.
Then, when they’re at a crappy gala which they all hate-
Natasha’s off to the side with Bruce, teaching him how not to go on a vicious homicidal spree when one of the people here tries to talk to you (it’s harder than it looks, seriously), and Tony has finished his quota of schmoozing for the night. He’s looking around, casting world-suffering looks at the other Avengers when he finally catches Steve, and he stops, frozen, hand outstretched to tap him on the shoulder. Because Steve is bouncing a baby carefully in his arms, with this small, intimate smile on his face, looking down at it like he’s holding the world bunched in baby booties and a diaper.
Tony hears him tell the mother that he’s beautiful, and the mother gushes before scooping the baby back up in her arms and spinning him, gliding back into the crowd.
Tony just stands there, shock-still, until Steve notices him.
Steve turns to him, bashful, like he’s been caught doing something wrong, and Tony knows that if he presses up against his chest, his arms, it’ll be achingly warm where the baby was.
Tony looks down at his feet. He swallows; says, “So, they seem less horrible than I originally thought.”
And steve’s answering smile makes him dread the dirty diapers, the crushing responsibility, and his own monumental daddy issues a bit less than he did a minute ago.
(drabble by the lovely theappleppielifestyle)