Flash Fiction Fills (Take 35) Final Part
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dracoqueen22a/n: Better late than never, I suppose. *shameface* Here are the last two flash fiction that I owe. Please forgive any grammatical errors (and my lateness). I hope you enjoy!
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Tony Stark, “Carry On” Fun
Fandom: Iron Man (films), The Avengers (film). Warnings: some ooc? , spoilers for The Avengers film
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: Sideswipe and Wheeljack, hijinks
Fandom: Transformers G1, Rumor Has It 'verse. Warnings: None.
a/n: I intended for The Avengers flash fic to have a little bitlet about each of the Avengers, but I was totally stumped by something for Captain America. I couldn't come up with a single thing. So he got left out. Poor Steve. :(
And then I was stumped for Sideswipe and Wheeljack until I got the idea to put it in the Rumor Has It verse. Which is why I had to wait to post it until I had Rumor Has It posted.
Remember folks, the next Flash Fiction Friday is October 19th! I hope to see all my old faces and some new ones, too. :)
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Tony Stark, “Carry On” Fun
Fandom: Iron Man (films), The Avengers (film). Warnings: some ooc? , spoilers for The Avengers film
Bruce doesn't remember making the conscious decision to return to New York.
He does know that it's one of the few times he and the Other Guy came to a solid agreement. Bruce supposes that is part of what made the change so easy.
In the Big Guy's point of view, attacking aliens are Bad News. Kind of like Godzilla actually. The mentality that no one, no monster can destroy Tokyo unless it's me. Only it's New York and the giant creature is the Other Guy.
That's not Bruce's personal reasoning but whatever works. Then again, he's not sure what his reasoning is anyway.
Maybe it's the unstated faith Stark has in him. Maybe it's the understanding that there can be worse monsters than the one inside him. Maybe it's the chance to fix and not destroy.
Bruce doesn't know, but he figures now he's got plenty of time to find out.
---
The only thing worse than watching Thor eat dozens of pounds of Schwarma is having to watch (and hear) the sorta god retch it up three hours later, bemoaning the terrible fate that a victory meal should disagree with him so awfully.
Of course, Clint can't honestly decide which is more frightening. A green-faced Thor perched over the glorious bowl of toilet which is cool and refreshing as he heaves up all of their victory celebration, yesterday's buffet and last year's Halloween candy. Or the sight of Natasha mothering him.
Yes, Natasha. Who is kind enough to pull the god's hair out of his face before he upchucks all over it. And helps Thor remove some of his armor so that he might bend over the toilet easier. And brings Thor some water to rinse out his mouth. And generally gives Thor a sympathetic look.
“I do not understand,” Thor moans and makes these horrible, frightening noises before his metal-plated boots attempt to exit out his mouth.
Yeah, Clint thinks, I really don't either. But it's damned scary.
---
Tony can't remember a time that Pepper has ever not answered her phone. She sleeps next to it, takes it into the shower with her, the bathroom, everywhere. Granted, lots of time Jarvis is there to let her know if a call is of importance or can be ignored.
Still, the fact remains that she always answers. Always. And if Tony calls and she's not annoyed with him for any number of reasons, she answers by the end of the second ring before the sappy love song he keeps programming as her ring tone can shift into the caterwauling chorus.
Tony calls her a lot. Usually to say inane things. Pass her some joke he's picked up. He likes hearing her laugh, hearing her sigh, each sound equivocating to a certain look that makes him all warm and fuzzy inside, even if she's pissed off, or annoyed, or amused.
Pepper always answers no matter what asinine thing he has to say. Remember to pick up some milk, dumpling!
Except... for the one time she doesn't.
It's that moment that sticks in his mind throughout everything, the tired victory glee, the schwarma, the bitching at Fury for manipulating them... everything.
Tony doesn't even know what he would have said, but it hurts that he didn't get a chance to fumble through it anyway. He doesn't even know what that says about him and his feelings that he's so distraught over this one missed call. But it's like a lightbulb flicks on over his head.
He can't die without telling her, even if she already knows because Pepper is smart in ways that Tony can't even measure.
The first time he sees her afterward, Tony sweeps her up and kisses her senseless, even though he aches from head to toe, he's covered in sweat and grit, and his lips probably taste like ash and blood.
“Answer your phone!” he says to her, in between kisses, and maybe her eyes are leaking a bit but he pretends not to notice because his vision's a bit blurry, too.
“No,” Pepper argues, arms wrapping tight around him, the armor creaking where it's been dinged, and dented, and scratched. “You're not getting away from me that easy!”
Tony laughs and kisses her some more.
She already knows. Just like he thought.
He does know that it's one of the few times he and the Other Guy came to a solid agreement. Bruce supposes that is part of what made the change so easy.
In the Big Guy's point of view, attacking aliens are Bad News. Kind of like Godzilla actually. The mentality that no one, no monster can destroy Tokyo unless it's me. Only it's New York and the giant creature is the Other Guy.
That's not Bruce's personal reasoning but whatever works. Then again, he's not sure what his reasoning is anyway.
Maybe it's the unstated faith Stark has in him. Maybe it's the understanding that there can be worse monsters than the one inside him. Maybe it's the chance to fix and not destroy.
Bruce doesn't know, but he figures now he's got plenty of time to find out.
---
The only thing worse than watching Thor eat dozens of pounds of Schwarma is having to watch (and hear) the sorta god retch it up three hours later, bemoaning the terrible fate that a victory meal should disagree with him so awfully.
Of course, Clint can't honestly decide which is more frightening. A green-faced Thor perched over the glorious bowl of toilet which is cool and refreshing as he heaves up all of their victory celebration, yesterday's buffet and last year's Halloween candy. Or the sight of Natasha mothering him.
Yes, Natasha. Who is kind enough to pull the god's hair out of his face before he upchucks all over it. And helps Thor remove some of his armor so that he might bend over the toilet easier. And brings Thor some water to rinse out his mouth. And generally gives Thor a sympathetic look.
“I do not understand,” Thor moans and makes these horrible, frightening noises before his metal-plated boots attempt to exit out his mouth.
Yeah, Clint thinks, I really don't either. But it's damned scary.
---
Tony can't remember a time that Pepper has ever not answered her phone. She sleeps next to it, takes it into the shower with her, the bathroom, everywhere. Granted, lots of time Jarvis is there to let her know if a call is of importance or can be ignored.
Still, the fact remains that she always answers. Always. And if Tony calls and she's not annoyed with him for any number of reasons, she answers by the end of the second ring before the sappy love song he keeps programming as her ring tone can shift into the caterwauling chorus.
Tony calls her a lot. Usually to say inane things. Pass her some joke he's picked up. He likes hearing her laugh, hearing her sigh, each sound equivocating to a certain look that makes him all warm and fuzzy inside, even if she's pissed off, or annoyed, or amused.
Pepper always answers no matter what asinine thing he has to say. Remember to pick up some milk, dumpling!
Except... for the one time she doesn't.
It's that moment that sticks in his mind throughout everything, the tired victory glee, the schwarma, the bitching at Fury for manipulating them... everything.
Tony doesn't even know what he would have said, but it hurts that he didn't get a chance to fumble through it anyway. He doesn't even know what that says about him and his feelings that he's so distraught over this one missed call. But it's like a lightbulb flicks on over his head.
He can't die without telling her, even if she already knows because Pepper is smart in ways that Tony can't even measure.
The first time he sees her afterward, Tony sweeps her up and kisses her senseless, even though he aches from head to toe, he's covered in sweat and grit, and his lips probably taste like ash and blood.
“Answer your phone!” he says to her, in between kisses, and maybe her eyes are leaking a bit but he pretends not to notice because his vision's a bit blurry, too.
“No,” Pepper argues, arms wrapping tight around him, the armor creaking where it's been dinged, and dented, and scratched. “You're not getting away from me that easy!”
Tony laughs and kisses her some more.
She already knows. Just like he thought.
For fuzipenguin
Prompt: Sideswipe and Wheeljack, hijinks
Fandom: Transformers G1, Rumor Has It 'verse. Warnings: None.
“I still don't know how you talked me into this.”
Sideswipe grinned, winking one optic at his newest partner in crime. “I'm just that persuasive.”
“Or something,” Wheeljack muttered, finials not flashing for once, as that would give away their position. Not that their vocals weren't already. “Ultra Magnus is going to slag both of us.”
“Mech needs to loosen up,” Sideswipe retorted, rolling his optics. “He's wound tighter than a hydraulic spring in Prowl's left kneecap.”
Wheeljack stared at the red twin. “Sideswipe, that makes no sense.”
“It's not supposed to.” Sideswipe clapped him on the shoulder, still grinning like a fool. “So hand me that bottle and make it a double.”
“Ratchet's going to rip you a new tailpipe, too,” Wheeljack added. Nevertheless, he pulled a bottle from his subspace and gave it to Sideswipe. “You'll be sleeping out in the corridor.”
If Wheeljack thought mentioning Ratchet would throw Sideswipe off course, he was sorely mistaken. Riling up Ratchet was part of the plan! An angry Ratchet often led to some of the best interfacing! A shiver raced across Sideswipe's plating at the mere thought.
And Sunstreaker would benefit, too. Though his twin was currently in a snit over not being included in this plan, despite the fact he whined and bitched every time Sideswipe made him help with all those other pranks.
“Ratchet loves me too much for that,” Sideswipe said with absolute certainty and held out his servos for the other bottle. “C'mon. Gimme.”
Wheeljack visibly hesitated.
Sideswipe ex-vented and craned his neck cables, making sure no one was coming. His sensors were primed to the max but nothing beat a quick check with the optics.
“I promise that if you keep your mouthplates shut and just give me the fragged bottle, I'll help you snag Tracks.” Though Primus knew why Wheeljack was obsessed with the half-flyer, half-Towers, all vain mech.
Wheeljack's indicators flashed with a mix of embarrassment and hope. He grabbed the bottle from his subspace so fast it barely had time to completely solidify before it was slapped into Sideswipe's servos.
Sideswipe grinned. Easy as oilcake.
“But if Ultra Magnus asks me any questions, I'll deny any knowledge of helping you,” Wheeljack hurriedly added.
Sideswipe waved him off. “Deny all you want. I'd rather keep all the credit anyway.” The better to annoy Ratchet with at any rate.
Heh. Weren't they all going to be surprised?
Sideswipe grinned, winking one optic at his newest partner in crime. “I'm just that persuasive.”
“Or something,” Wheeljack muttered, finials not flashing for once, as that would give away their position. Not that their vocals weren't already. “Ultra Magnus is going to slag both of us.”
“Mech needs to loosen up,” Sideswipe retorted, rolling his optics. “He's wound tighter than a hydraulic spring in Prowl's left kneecap.”
Wheeljack stared at the red twin. “Sideswipe, that makes no sense.”
“It's not supposed to.” Sideswipe clapped him on the shoulder, still grinning like a fool. “So hand me that bottle and make it a double.”
“Ratchet's going to rip you a new tailpipe, too,” Wheeljack added. Nevertheless, he pulled a bottle from his subspace and gave it to Sideswipe. “You'll be sleeping out in the corridor.”
If Wheeljack thought mentioning Ratchet would throw Sideswipe off course, he was sorely mistaken. Riling up Ratchet was part of the plan! An angry Ratchet often led to some of the best interfacing! A shiver raced across Sideswipe's plating at the mere thought.
And Sunstreaker would benefit, too. Though his twin was currently in a snit over not being included in this plan, despite the fact he whined and bitched every time Sideswipe made him help with all those other pranks.
“Ratchet loves me too much for that,” Sideswipe said with absolute certainty and held out his servos for the other bottle. “C'mon. Gimme.”
Wheeljack visibly hesitated.
Sideswipe ex-vented and craned his neck cables, making sure no one was coming. His sensors were primed to the max but nothing beat a quick check with the optics.
“I promise that if you keep your mouthplates shut and just give me the fragged bottle, I'll help you snag Tracks.” Though Primus knew why Wheeljack was obsessed with the half-flyer, half-Towers, all vain mech.
Wheeljack's indicators flashed with a mix of embarrassment and hope. He grabbed the bottle from his subspace so fast it barely had time to completely solidify before it was slapped into Sideswipe's servos.
Sideswipe grinned. Easy as oilcake.
“But if Ultra Magnus asks me any questions, I'll deny any knowledge of helping you,” Wheeljack hurriedly added.
Sideswipe waved him off. “Deny all you want. I'd rather keep all the credit anyway.” The better to annoy Ratchet with at any rate.
Heh. Weren't they all going to be surprised?
a/n: I intended for The Avengers flash fic to have a little bitlet about each of the Avengers, but I was totally stumped by something for Captain America. I couldn't come up with a single thing. So he got left out. Poor Steve. :(
And then I was stumped for Sideswipe and Wheeljack until I got the idea to put it in the Rumor Has It verse. Which is why I had to wait to post it until I had Rumor Has It posted.
Remember folks, the next Flash Fiction Friday is October 19th! I hope to see all my old faces and some new ones, too. :)
