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True Blue 4, Nile Green 7: those who know you best
Author: Kat
Title: those who know you best
Story: Shine Like It Does and AVENGERS, yeah.
Colors: True blue 4 (Family Friend), nile green 7 (Heliopolis) with shadowsong's (Living in L.A. can be awesome for unexpected reasons)
Supplies and Materials: Mosaic, graffiti (for the Summer Blockbuster), acrylic (Forgetting a real important appointment), oils (what if......), stain (The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. - Nancy Astor), novelty beads ("If you're the best, then maybe so am I" -- "Perfect" by Alanis Morissette), eraser (...well, yeah).
Word Count: 2519
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Tony makes friends, Miranda is amused, Jack is not amused, Charlotte is a darling, Benjy is a fan, and Clint laughs at everyone.
Warnings: mention of underage sex (none actually occurred), persistent requests for sexual intercourse (it's Tony and Jack, and it isn't taken all that seriously).
Notes: I tried to write an action story. It ended up being about friendship instead. Er. Sorry? Spoilers for Shine Like It Does contained herein.
Pepper had taken the job as Tony Stark's personal assistant because, well, it was a step up and Stark Industries was one of the best. Six months later she was only beginning to realize the enormity of her mistake. For one thing, "personal assistant" was the wrong job title—it should have been something more like "assistant senior executive who babysits the CEO and occasionally does his job" because really.
Considering today alone, she'd had to call Tony three times to get him out of bed, and twice before that when he wouldn't even answer the phone. Then he ducked into his lab and she had to drag him out, push him in the shower, choose his suit, and shepherd him down to SI's main building for a meeting that had been scheduled before she'd even come to work for him. All of this had been accompanied by the dulcet tones of Tony's whines. God.
Thankfully he'd toned down the whining by the time they got in the car, or she really might have killed him.
"Be careful with these negotiations," she whispered to him, before they entered the boardroom. He was fussing with his cuffs and muttering to himself, and she didn't know if he'd heard her, so she repeated herself—which was always a good idea where Tony was involved anyway. "I mean it, be careful. This is a good firm and you should probably hire them, but if you piss off the partners that won't be possible."
"Lawyers," Tony said, an edge of whine creeping back into his voice, "lawyers give me hives, I don't want to be here, Pepper, can I skip out? They'll be happier talking to you anyway, people always like you better than me, so if I just--" He sidled towards the door as he spoke, probably plotting an escape.
Pepper sighed, grabbed his arm, and reeled him back in. "No," she said, firmly, in her best don't-question-me tones. Tony made wounded noises and gave her big eyes, which she ignored. "You are going to go in there, and you are going to sit down, shut up, smile occasionally, and look pretty for the lawyers. Got it?"
Tony pouted, but nodded meekly, and straightened his cuffs again.
"Good," she said, and gave him a little shove. "By the way, I deserve a raise."
"No raises for pushy assistants," Tony said, but he opened the door.
Pepper had seen the other group coming in while Tony was stalling in the bathroom (she'd had to send Happy in to get him—Happy deserved a raise too). Isobel Hennessy herself, a sleek and elegant Hispanic woman about twenty years older than Tony, with her slim daughter slash assistant and a bunch of men in suits who were quite clearly her lackeys. Pepper had been impressed. Tony took one look at them and laughed.
Pepper just had time to think, Oh, Christ, he's blown it already, before Tony held out his arms and said, "Mi belleza, if I'd known it was you I'd have been on time."
The older woman looked confused, and the lackeys muttered among themselves, but the daughter—Miranda, that was her name, Miranda Hennessy—only smiled. "You're never on time," she replied, but got up, took Tony's hands, and exchanged air kisses. "You're looking disheveled."
Tony thumped his chest with his fist and staggered backwards, theatrically. Pepper rolled her eyes, and bit back a laugh at Miranda's almost identical gesture. "Injured, I am injured by your insinuations, Andy. Cut to the quick. If I didn't know better I would think you didn't like me."
"I don't," Miranda retorted, but she was still smiling. "I see you've got a new PA. Frightened Cyril off already?"
He flapped a hand in the air. "Cyril didn't understand me. But thanks for reminding me, Andy, this is my personal assistant, Pepper Potts. Pep, Miranda Hennessy is a very good friend of mine and I wish you'd said it was her I was meeting."
"I did," Pepper retorted, and shook Miranda's offered hand.
"My condolences on your new job," Miranda said to her, amusement dancing through her expression. "I wish you luck."
"Thank you," Pepper replied, liking her already. Tony made more wounded noises in the background; they both ignored him. "It's been six months and I'm already questioning my life choices."
Miranda arched one eyebrow. "People often do that around Tony," she said, "although I must say you've lasted longer than the last—what, twelve?"
"Excuse you," Tony broke in, "it was three."
"Three, twelve, approximately the same." Miranda stepped back, gestured to the older woman. "Tony, this is my mother, Isobel Hennessy, and you're actually meeting with her. I'm just tagging along. Mama, Anthony Stark."
Tony nodded, and bowed to her. Pepper blinked at the uncharacteristic politeness, and blinked again when he said something in what sounded like fluent Spanish. Ms. Hennessy arched her own eyebrows, an uncanny mirror to her daughter, and said something back to him.
Miranda glanced at her face, and she must have looked confused, because Miranda said, "It's niceties, nothing more. Mama doesn't conduct business in Spanish."
"Thank you," Pepper said, and then, at a loss, added, "How long have you known Tony?"
"Oh..." Miranda blinked, and looked as if she was thinking. "Three years? He came to speak at my college and he was very interesting, and then I ran into him at a club and we found out we lived near each other in Miami." She shrugged. "We... think alike, I suppose, and we enjoy each other's company. We're friends. Of a sort."
Pepper nodded, and looked at Tony, now speaking English to one of the lackeys. He wore that smile again—not the one he'd given Miranda, which was all delight, but the one he wore on the covers of magazines, flashy and insincere, and it was only now that she saw the difference. He looked—she'd always taken this look for boredom before. Now it looked profoundly uncomfortable.
"Well," she said. "I'm glad he's got a friend."
"Two," Miranda said, and smiled at her.
--
"Stark!"
Bruce flinched and dropped a test tube—thank God it was empty. Tony, bent over the chest plate of his armor, didn't bother to look up. "Go away, Jack!" he hollered, and hammered at a dent.
"No, fuck you, Stark, we are going to have words!" A dark-haired young man who looked startlingly like Tony was storming down the stairs, and Bruce wondered for a horrifying second if he was Tony's son—two Tonys in the world was just far more than he could deal with right now—but then the man planted his hands on his hips and shouted through the glass door, "Why the fuck haven't you slept with me?"
Oh.
Probably not his son then. Or anyone related.
Tony, still without looking up, extended his middle finger in the direction of the door. The man snorted, and began messing with the keypad.
Bruce edged towards him. "Um. Who is that?"
Tony snorted. "Jack Hennessy. We run in the same billionaire playboy circles back in LA. Though I'm pretty sure he's just a multi-millionaire," he added, raising his voice so Jack could hear.
"Fuck you, Stark!" the man yelled, and banged on the keypad some more.
"Don't worry," Tony said. "He can't get in, I rearranged the codes." He paused. "And even if he can get in, he won't bother you."
"Uh-huh," Bruce said, and eyed the man again. He was stepping back, saying something to JARVIS, so Tony was probably right to reconsider. "So... why does he want to sleep with you?"
Tony looked up at last, and grinned at him. "Are you kidding? Bruce, baby, my green-skinned monster of love, who wouldn't want to get with this?"
"That's part of it," Jack said, suddenly a lot closer than Bruce was expecting. "The other part is that you've slept with both of my sisters, you asshole."
Bruce raised both his eyebrows, and gave Tony a look.
"Don't judge me," Tony said, without offense. "Miranda needed a safe partner to... uh, let's just say experiment since her brother is right there, and Charlotte..." He stopped abruptly, then said, "Charlotte was a different case entirely. And Jack, what the hell, is that a turn-on for you? Why is that a turn-on for you? That shouldn't be a turn-on for anyone!"
Bruce happened to agree with that, but kept his mouth shut.
Jack rolled his eyes. "I meant that I've been trying to get into your pants since day one and all the while you've been sleeping with my sisters and not me. A good friend would have slept with me by now, Tony! I know you're bi, so what gives?"
"You're sixteen years younger than me," Tony said, "and by the way, when I first met you, you were jailbait."
"It's been ten years, I'm no longer jailbait," Jack said, and gave him a very pointed look. Bruce smothered a laugh. "Also, Carlita is fourteen years younger than you and you slept with her."
"My cutoff is fifteen years," Tony retorted, and whacked the chest plate. "Go sleep with that crush of yours. What's his name, Felix?"
Bruce watched with some interest as Jack went a brilliant red. "A," he said, "go fuck yourself and b, fuck me."
"No," Tony said. "And quit hitting on me, I don't appreciate it. Hit on Bruce." He waved in Bruce's direction, and Bruce took an immediate step back. "He needs more people hitting on him."
"Uh," Bruce said, and stepped back again. "No. No, I do not."
Jack was already looking at him, though, with some interest. "No?" he said. "Shame, you're hot. Have we met?"
Goddamnit, Tony.
--
Steve ducked as a blast went off directly over his head, and sent his shield spinning after the originator.
"Fucking Doombots," Clint said, in his ear. "They just don't stay—Widow, on your left—stay down."
"Aww, they're kind of fun," Tony said, from the glittering speck of red that was the suit. "It's like one of those arcade games. Do you need a prize, Hawkeye? I'll get you a big fluffy unicorn afterwards if you want."
"Actually..." Clint started.
"Chatter," Steve said, but he kind of agreed with Clint. Doombots were one of the more annoying enemies they had to face—over and over and over again, because Doctor Doom didn't like changing his methods. Although a large fluffy prize might actually improve morale. He filed that away for further consideration, retrieved his shield, and ducked again at another explosion, this time caused by Thor overenthusiastically flinging a Doombot and hitting a gas station.
"Ouch," Tony said, cheerfully, and the glittering red speck shot forward, tossing off repulsors and missiles like a video game protagonist. "City's gonna gouge me for that one."
"Careful, Thor," Steve said, and wondered if there really was an Avengers video game. "Iron Man, what's it look like?"
"Pretty good," he said, as the speck looped around. "Looks like we got all of them. Hulk's chasing the last one down seventh. Aww, come on, bot, he just wants to pl—"
He cut off so suddenly that for a half second Steve thought he'd lost the communicator. "Iron Man? Tony?"
"BRB," Tony said, and while Steve puzzled that out and Clint howled with laughter, the red speck dropped like a stone into the city.
"Tony!" he shouted, and when Tony didn't reply, "Thor, where is he?"
"I do not know," Thor responded, sounding confused.
"I've got him," Natasha said, clipped and cold and infinitely reassuring. "He's... oh, my God, he's rescuing pregnant women and babies."
"Excuse you," Tony said, finally rejoining the conversation. "It is one pregnant woman and one kid and he is twelve."
"Yeah!" somebody said, the faint sound catching in Tony's earpiece.
"Anyway, I thought you were a godless Commie?" Tony continued.
Natasha said something in Russian that was not very complimentary at all. Clint went off into peals of laughter again.
Tony flew lower, and yeah, he had a woman in his arms and a kid clinging to his neck. "Hulk done smashing yet?" he asked.
"Aye," Thor said.
"He's jumping up and down on the bits," Clint added. "Let him be, the big guy's having fun. Who's your new friend?"
"Very old friend," Tony corrected, and touched down near Steve. The kid dropped immediately to the ground and began jumping happily around Tony, while Tony put the woman down with considerably more care than he used for anything except his bots. He popped the faceplate and said something to her that Steve, jogging over, couldn't quite hear.
He could hear her response though. "Oh, I'm fine, don't worry."
"I have to worry," Tony told her, "or else Miranda will kill me. And if you think she wouldn't you don't know her very well."
"She's my sister—" the woman began, but she saw Steve just then, and blushed, and shrank back near Tony. She was quite pretty, really, and obviously pregnant, and Tony's manner with her was so clearly fraternal that it didn't even look as if he was flirting, which from Tony was... odd.
The kid, on the other hand, was thin and enthusiastic and frisked like an excited colt. Until he caught sight of Steve. At that he froze wide-eyed and breathed, "Captain America," in a worshipful tone.
"Yeah, yeah," Tony said. "Here you have a real live superhero as an honorary uncle and all you're interested in is Captain America."
"He's cooler," the kid said, without taking his eyes off Steve, and Tony mimed being stabbed.
"There's gratitude for you. I just saved your butt and you insult me. Steve, this is Benjamin Florez, who is an ungrateful little louse, and his stepmother Charlotte Hennessy, who is the sweetest person on two feet." Charlotte blushed again, and looked down.
Benjamin, showing some experience with Tony Stark, ignored him completely and said, breathlessly, "You are the coolest superhero ever! Can I have your autograph?"
"Uh, sure," Steve said, and signed a piece of paper that the kid produced from somewhere. Benjamin gave him a bright grin, then darted back to his stepmother and began to jump up and down around her.
Kids.
Tony came to stand beside him and remarked, "I meant it, you know. Charlotte's a really sweet person."
"She's your friend?" Steve asked.
"Hard not to be her friend," Tony said. "I mean, her sister and I hang out more but yeah, Charlotte's a friend."
Steve nodded, and tried to figure out how to word the next phrase. "I... didn't think you had many of those."
Tony glanced at him, his expression unreadable, then looked back at Charlotte and her stepson. Steve looked too, and watched as Thor landed and was besieged immediately by a twelve-year-old. Clint laughed on a rooftop nearby, and Natasha appeared silently beside Charlotte to ask if she was all right. In his ear, Bruce mumbled incoherently and then asked if anyone knew where he was.
"Got a lot more now," Tony said, and took off after Bruce.
Title: those who know you best
Story: Shine Like It Does and AVENGERS, yeah.
Colors: True blue 4 (Family Friend), nile green 7 (Heliopolis) with shadowsong's (Living in L.A. can be awesome for unexpected reasons)
Supplies and Materials: Mosaic, graffiti (for the Summer Blockbuster), acrylic (Forgetting a real important appointment), oils (what if......), stain (The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. - Nancy Astor), novelty beads ("If you're the best, then maybe so am I" -- "Perfect" by Alanis Morissette), eraser (...well, yeah).
Word Count: 2519
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Tony makes friends, Miranda is amused, Jack is not amused, Charlotte is a darling, Benjy is a fan, and Clint laughs at everyone.
Warnings: mention of underage sex (none actually occurred), persistent requests for sexual intercourse (it's Tony and Jack, and it isn't taken all that seriously).
Notes: I tried to write an action story. It ended up being about friendship instead. Er. Sorry? Spoilers for Shine Like It Does contained herein.
Pepper had taken the job as Tony Stark's personal assistant because, well, it was a step up and Stark Industries was one of the best. Six months later she was only beginning to realize the enormity of her mistake. For one thing, "personal assistant" was the wrong job title—it should have been something more like "assistant senior executive who babysits the CEO and occasionally does his job" because really.
Considering today alone, she'd had to call Tony three times to get him out of bed, and twice before that when he wouldn't even answer the phone. Then he ducked into his lab and she had to drag him out, push him in the shower, choose his suit, and shepherd him down to SI's main building for a meeting that had been scheduled before she'd even come to work for him. All of this had been accompanied by the dulcet tones of Tony's whines. God.
Thankfully he'd toned down the whining by the time they got in the car, or she really might have killed him.
"Be careful with these negotiations," she whispered to him, before they entered the boardroom. He was fussing with his cuffs and muttering to himself, and she didn't know if he'd heard her, so she repeated herself—which was always a good idea where Tony was involved anyway. "I mean it, be careful. This is a good firm and you should probably hire them, but if you piss off the partners that won't be possible."
"Lawyers," Tony said, an edge of whine creeping back into his voice, "lawyers give me hives, I don't want to be here, Pepper, can I skip out? They'll be happier talking to you anyway, people always like you better than me, so if I just--" He sidled towards the door as he spoke, probably plotting an escape.
Pepper sighed, grabbed his arm, and reeled him back in. "No," she said, firmly, in her best don't-question-me tones. Tony made wounded noises and gave her big eyes, which she ignored. "You are going to go in there, and you are going to sit down, shut up, smile occasionally, and look pretty for the lawyers. Got it?"
Tony pouted, but nodded meekly, and straightened his cuffs again.
"Good," she said, and gave him a little shove. "By the way, I deserve a raise."
"No raises for pushy assistants," Tony said, but he opened the door.
Pepper had seen the other group coming in while Tony was stalling in the bathroom (she'd had to send Happy in to get him—Happy deserved a raise too). Isobel Hennessy herself, a sleek and elegant Hispanic woman about twenty years older than Tony, with her slim daughter slash assistant and a bunch of men in suits who were quite clearly her lackeys. Pepper had been impressed. Tony took one look at them and laughed.
Pepper just had time to think, Oh, Christ, he's blown it already, before Tony held out his arms and said, "Mi belleza, if I'd known it was you I'd have been on time."
The older woman looked confused, and the lackeys muttered among themselves, but the daughter—Miranda, that was her name, Miranda Hennessy—only smiled. "You're never on time," she replied, but got up, took Tony's hands, and exchanged air kisses. "You're looking disheveled."
Tony thumped his chest with his fist and staggered backwards, theatrically. Pepper rolled her eyes, and bit back a laugh at Miranda's almost identical gesture. "Injured, I am injured by your insinuations, Andy. Cut to the quick. If I didn't know better I would think you didn't like me."
"I don't," Miranda retorted, but she was still smiling. "I see you've got a new PA. Frightened Cyril off already?"
He flapped a hand in the air. "Cyril didn't understand me. But thanks for reminding me, Andy, this is my personal assistant, Pepper Potts. Pep, Miranda Hennessy is a very good friend of mine and I wish you'd said it was her I was meeting."
"I did," Pepper retorted, and shook Miranda's offered hand.
"My condolences on your new job," Miranda said to her, amusement dancing through her expression. "I wish you luck."
"Thank you," Pepper replied, liking her already. Tony made more wounded noises in the background; they both ignored him. "It's been six months and I'm already questioning my life choices."
Miranda arched one eyebrow. "People often do that around Tony," she said, "although I must say you've lasted longer than the last—what, twelve?"
"Excuse you," Tony broke in, "it was three."
"Three, twelve, approximately the same." Miranda stepped back, gestured to the older woman. "Tony, this is my mother, Isobel Hennessy, and you're actually meeting with her. I'm just tagging along. Mama, Anthony Stark."
Tony nodded, and bowed to her. Pepper blinked at the uncharacteristic politeness, and blinked again when he said something in what sounded like fluent Spanish. Ms. Hennessy arched her own eyebrows, an uncanny mirror to her daughter, and said something back to him.
Miranda glanced at her face, and she must have looked confused, because Miranda said, "It's niceties, nothing more. Mama doesn't conduct business in Spanish."
"Thank you," Pepper said, and then, at a loss, added, "How long have you known Tony?"
"Oh..." Miranda blinked, and looked as if she was thinking. "Three years? He came to speak at my college and he was very interesting, and then I ran into him at a club and we found out we lived near each other in Miami." She shrugged. "We... think alike, I suppose, and we enjoy each other's company. We're friends. Of a sort."
Pepper nodded, and looked at Tony, now speaking English to one of the lackeys. He wore that smile again—not the one he'd given Miranda, which was all delight, but the one he wore on the covers of magazines, flashy and insincere, and it was only now that she saw the difference. He looked—she'd always taken this look for boredom before. Now it looked profoundly uncomfortable.
"Well," she said. "I'm glad he's got a friend."
"Two," Miranda said, and smiled at her.
--
"Stark!"
Bruce flinched and dropped a test tube—thank God it was empty. Tony, bent over the chest plate of his armor, didn't bother to look up. "Go away, Jack!" he hollered, and hammered at a dent.
"No, fuck you, Stark, we are going to have words!" A dark-haired young man who looked startlingly like Tony was storming down the stairs, and Bruce wondered for a horrifying second if he was Tony's son—two Tonys in the world was just far more than he could deal with right now—but then the man planted his hands on his hips and shouted through the glass door, "Why the fuck haven't you slept with me?"
Oh.
Probably not his son then. Or anyone related.
Tony, still without looking up, extended his middle finger in the direction of the door. The man snorted, and began messing with the keypad.
Bruce edged towards him. "Um. Who is that?"
Tony snorted. "Jack Hennessy. We run in the same billionaire playboy circles back in LA. Though I'm pretty sure he's just a multi-millionaire," he added, raising his voice so Jack could hear.
"Fuck you, Stark!" the man yelled, and banged on the keypad some more.
"Don't worry," Tony said. "He can't get in, I rearranged the codes." He paused. "And even if he can get in, he won't bother you."
"Uh-huh," Bruce said, and eyed the man again. He was stepping back, saying something to JARVIS, so Tony was probably right to reconsider. "So... why does he want to sleep with you?"
Tony looked up at last, and grinned at him. "Are you kidding? Bruce, baby, my green-skinned monster of love, who wouldn't want to get with this?"
"That's part of it," Jack said, suddenly a lot closer than Bruce was expecting. "The other part is that you've slept with both of my sisters, you asshole."
Bruce raised both his eyebrows, and gave Tony a look.
"Don't judge me," Tony said, without offense. "Miranda needed a safe partner to... uh, let's just say experiment since her brother is right there, and Charlotte..." He stopped abruptly, then said, "Charlotte was a different case entirely. And Jack, what the hell, is that a turn-on for you? Why is that a turn-on for you? That shouldn't be a turn-on for anyone!"
Bruce happened to agree with that, but kept his mouth shut.
Jack rolled his eyes. "I meant that I've been trying to get into your pants since day one and all the while you've been sleeping with my sisters and not me. A good friend would have slept with me by now, Tony! I know you're bi, so what gives?"
"You're sixteen years younger than me," Tony said, "and by the way, when I first met you, you were jailbait."
"It's been ten years, I'm no longer jailbait," Jack said, and gave him a very pointed look. Bruce smothered a laugh. "Also, Carlita is fourteen years younger than you and you slept with her."
"My cutoff is fifteen years," Tony retorted, and whacked the chest plate. "Go sleep with that crush of yours. What's his name, Felix?"
Bruce watched with some interest as Jack went a brilliant red. "A," he said, "go fuck yourself and b, fuck me."
"No," Tony said. "And quit hitting on me, I don't appreciate it. Hit on Bruce." He waved in Bruce's direction, and Bruce took an immediate step back. "He needs more people hitting on him."
"Uh," Bruce said, and stepped back again. "No. No, I do not."
Jack was already looking at him, though, with some interest. "No?" he said. "Shame, you're hot. Have we met?"
Goddamnit, Tony.
--
Steve ducked as a blast went off directly over his head, and sent his shield spinning after the originator.
"Fucking Doombots," Clint said, in his ear. "They just don't stay—Widow, on your left—stay down."
"Aww, they're kind of fun," Tony said, from the glittering speck of red that was the suit. "It's like one of those arcade games. Do you need a prize, Hawkeye? I'll get you a big fluffy unicorn afterwards if you want."
"Actually..." Clint started.
"Chatter," Steve said, but he kind of agreed with Clint. Doombots were one of the more annoying enemies they had to face—over and over and over again, because Doctor Doom didn't like changing his methods. Although a large fluffy prize might actually improve morale. He filed that away for further consideration, retrieved his shield, and ducked again at another explosion, this time caused by Thor overenthusiastically flinging a Doombot and hitting a gas station.
"Ouch," Tony said, cheerfully, and the glittering red speck shot forward, tossing off repulsors and missiles like a video game protagonist. "City's gonna gouge me for that one."
"Careful, Thor," Steve said, and wondered if there really was an Avengers video game. "Iron Man, what's it look like?"
"Pretty good," he said, as the speck looped around. "Looks like we got all of them. Hulk's chasing the last one down seventh. Aww, come on, bot, he just wants to pl—"
He cut off so suddenly that for a half second Steve thought he'd lost the communicator. "Iron Man? Tony?"
"BRB," Tony said, and while Steve puzzled that out and Clint howled with laughter, the red speck dropped like a stone into the city.
"Tony!" he shouted, and when Tony didn't reply, "Thor, where is he?"
"I do not know," Thor responded, sounding confused.
"I've got him," Natasha said, clipped and cold and infinitely reassuring. "He's... oh, my God, he's rescuing pregnant women and babies."
"Excuse you," Tony said, finally rejoining the conversation. "It is one pregnant woman and one kid and he is twelve."
"Yeah!" somebody said, the faint sound catching in Tony's earpiece.
"Anyway, I thought you were a godless Commie?" Tony continued.
Natasha said something in Russian that was not very complimentary at all. Clint went off into peals of laughter again.
Tony flew lower, and yeah, he had a woman in his arms and a kid clinging to his neck. "Hulk done smashing yet?" he asked.
"Aye," Thor said.
"He's jumping up and down on the bits," Clint added. "Let him be, the big guy's having fun. Who's your new friend?"
"Very old friend," Tony corrected, and touched down near Steve. The kid dropped immediately to the ground and began jumping happily around Tony, while Tony put the woman down with considerably more care than he used for anything except his bots. He popped the faceplate and said something to her that Steve, jogging over, couldn't quite hear.
He could hear her response though. "Oh, I'm fine, don't worry."
"I have to worry," Tony told her, "or else Miranda will kill me. And if you think she wouldn't you don't know her very well."
"She's my sister—" the woman began, but she saw Steve just then, and blushed, and shrank back near Tony. She was quite pretty, really, and obviously pregnant, and Tony's manner with her was so clearly fraternal that it didn't even look as if he was flirting, which from Tony was... odd.
The kid, on the other hand, was thin and enthusiastic and frisked like an excited colt. Until he caught sight of Steve. At that he froze wide-eyed and breathed, "Captain America," in a worshipful tone.
"Yeah, yeah," Tony said. "Here you have a real live superhero as an honorary uncle and all you're interested in is Captain America."
"He's cooler," the kid said, without taking his eyes off Steve, and Tony mimed being stabbed.
"There's gratitude for you. I just saved your butt and you insult me. Steve, this is Benjamin Florez, who is an ungrateful little louse, and his stepmother Charlotte Hennessy, who is the sweetest person on two feet." Charlotte blushed again, and looked down.
Benjamin, showing some experience with Tony Stark, ignored him completely and said, breathlessly, "You are the coolest superhero ever! Can I have your autograph?"
"Uh, sure," Steve said, and signed a piece of paper that the kid produced from somewhere. Benjamin gave him a bright grin, then darted back to his stepmother and began to jump up and down around her.
Kids.
Tony came to stand beside him and remarked, "I meant it, you know. Charlotte's a really sweet person."
"She's your friend?" Steve asked.
"Hard not to be her friend," Tony said. "I mean, her sister and I hang out more but yeah, Charlotte's a friend."
Steve nodded, and tried to figure out how to word the next phrase. "I... didn't think you had many of those."
Tony glanced at him, his expression unreadable, then looked back at Charlotte and her stepson. Steve looked too, and watched as Thor landed and was besieged immediately by a twelve-year-old. Clint laughed on a rooftop nearby, and Natasha appeared silently beside Charlotte to ask if she was all right. In his ear, Bruce mumbled incoherently and then asked if anyone knew where he was.
"Got a lot more now," Tony said, and took off after Bruce.
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I really do adore your writing. I'm not always a fan of fanfic (and I don't know much about the avengers save bits and pieces!) but if everything was this quality I'd probably have gobbled up a hell of a lot more. Way to go!
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OMFGLMAO XD. Dulcet whines indeed.
"You are going to go in there, and you are going to sit down, shut up, smile occasionally, and look pretty for the lawyers. Got it?"
Is Pepper available for marriage?
"My condolences on your new job," All out of Xs and Ds. Sent for more.
And Jack, what the hell, is that a turn-on for you? Why is that a turn-on for you? That shouldn't be a turn-on for anyone!" But it amused the beejesus out of me. Great, now I have to go order more beejeesus.
And then Jack have-we-metted Bruce Baner. WORLD IS OVER EVERYONE GO HOME.
AND THEN WIBBLES WITH CHARLOTTE.
I JUST.
HOW DID YOU MAKE THIS IT'S LIKE MAGIC ORIGAMI OF YAY.
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And yeah, reading along while Jack and Tony snark at each other? I'm pretty sure I could read that all day.
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Miranda and Pepper need to take over the world. Like, yesterday. I gleefully welcome our awesome new overlords.
This was amaaaazing. XD
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ANYWAY. Thank you!
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IT WAS ALWAYS FULL OF JOY. I just love it, okay.
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And omg if they would give me rights to the Avengers. I'd basically just shove the recent movie at them and be all "MORE. MORE OF THIS. WITH MORE POC AND LADIES. AND KATE BISHOP B/C EVERYONE LOVES KATE BISHOP. PLZTHX."
Ahem. My preferences are showing.
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Charlotte might though. Because d'awww.
YES. MIRANDA AND PEPPER FOR QUEENS OF THE WORLD. Isabella can come too.