Cap/Iron Man fic exchange: First Flight
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cat_13145Title: First Flight
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Universe: 616
Rating G
Wordcount: 1100
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: this fic takes places after the Avenger’s first fight with Namor after Captain America is defrosted. I’m not completely sure of the issue number, but I hope people still enjoy it.
“Cap.”
Steve jumped, shocked out of his reverie, as he stared out from the roof. “Oh, hey Shellhead.” he said, turning to see his teammate standing beside him.
While, as always, he was pleased to see his friend, he wished he’d just go. He was lousy company at the moment. “You O.K?” He could hear the concern through the computerised voice.
“I’m fine.” The helmeted head jerked slightly to one side. Steve laughed bitterly, acknowledging the disbelief the gesture expressed.
"Alright. I’m not. It’s just...” he shook his head. “I’d have trusted Namor with my life, back in the day. Did virtually every day in fact.” As Iron Man looked confused, he hastened to explain. “Namor owned the Invader’s plane; he flew us pretty much everywhere. The only other person he trusted to do it was Bucky.” He sighed, feeling a familiar pang of guilt and regret; he’d lost Namor just as he’d lost Bucky and he couldn’t help feeling he should have been able to save them both.
“It’s something I miss,” he admitted, softly after a pause. “Flying, I mean. And not just with Namor, Jim used to carry us too, just holding on to us. I mean, it’s better these days, the planes are much quieter than even Namor’s old banger used to manage, but...” He shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he knew Iron Man wouldn’t laugh at him. “I love it when there was nothing but your buddy between you and the ground and you knew they’d never let fall, that you were safe with them. It was... nice.”
Steve returned to looking out over the city. He realised that it might sound like he didn’t trust the Avengers, and that simply wasn’t true; however he was starting to doubt his ability to judge characters.
“Well, you know, I can fly.”
Steve nodded, slightly confused at Iron Man’s words. He’d have to have been pretty dumb not to notice the scarlet and gold avenger flying around the battlefield.
“Think I could manage a passenger.”
“Really?” Steve realised he was grinning like a lunatic as Iron Man nodded, but he couldn’t help it. He had been telling the truth when he said he missed flying and this seemed like a perfect opportunity, especially with a man he admired so much in so many ways.
“Umm. If you want to. I’ve never tried this before, so how do you...?” Iron’s man’s hands were out stretched and Steve realised what he honestly was offering.
It was selfish of him, but one of the men who he had counted as a friend, who he would have died for and thought would do the same had just betrayed him. Steve could do selfish; it wasn’t like there was anyone left to tell Iron Man different.
“Jim used to do it something like this.” Steve said, watching Iron Man hold out his arms. He moved, carefully wrapping his arms around Iron Man’s neck. “One arm under the knees,” using the other man’s neck as a pivot, he swung his legs up to rest on the armoured arm.. “Other on the back.” He smiled slightly, leaning back and down a little, resting his arms on the other’s shoulders while he shifted. “Toro and Bucky always used to complain that it made them feel about two years old, but I have to admit I think...” The armour was considerably colder than either Jim or Namor had been and he couldn’t keep in a little gasp, as his cheek brushed against the helmet. He felt the figure in the armour stiffen slightly, and reluctantly released his arms from around his neck, to rest across his chest. “Its fine, I’m sure there are other ways...”
“No.” And was it his imagination or did the voice sound a little breathless? “This is good.”
There was a silent pause, and Steve wondered if the other man had changed his mind. Then a whirling noise filled the air, and he tightened his grip as they prepared for takeoff.
Steve had always loved flying, love the adrenaline rush, the view, and most of all the faith he had in whoever was flying them not to let him fall.
Once he’d felt that way about Namor, about all the Invaders really. And yet...he shifted slightly against Iron Man’s chest. There had always been something between them, Namor in particular. Namor had never felt like it was his war, he had fought primarily because he viewed the Nazis as the worst of the surface men. But there had always been the knowledge that if it came down to it, Atlantis would always be his first priority.
Slowly, he shook his head and looked around.
He watched the sky scrapers rise beside him, looked down on Times Square. He loved the city, it was so strange, it had changed so much while he was away, and yet so familiar, the important things unchanging.
When they were over the Brooklyn Bridge, he stopped admiring the view, or rather changed what he was looking it at. Confident that Iron Man couldn’t feel anything through the suit, he shifted downwards so that his head in towards the armoured chest, resting it where he was knew the man’s heart must be. He let himself imagine that he could hear a heart beat through the metal, and he could smell the other man. He thought Iron Man would smell like oil, and some form of aftershave, very masculine, like that Homme No.6 that he’d smelt on Iron Man’s boss, Mr. Stark yesterday.
He let his imagination work, almost forgetting where they were. It had been a long time since anyone had held him, a long time since he was this close to anyone, really.
Iron Man would be a blond, he was sure of that, with straight hair, probably cut close. His eyes would be blue; he’d see them through the eye slits a couple of times. He could see him removing his helmet after a fight, smiling up at him and saying...
“Cap. Cap?” he blinked. “We’re back.” And so they were, hovering just above the roof of the Avenger’s mansion.
"Oh.” He allowed himself to be lowered down, getting a twinge of guilt as he leaned on the other man’s shoulders. Taking a breath, he steadied himself against the door to the stairs, wishing the costume was less skin tight
“Thanks Shellhead,” he said, turning to go. There was no point in this. No point living in the past, no point crushing on men in metal suits who were never going to return his affection. He remembered the card the SHIELD agent, what was her name? Something Carter had left. He’d better call her, see if she wanted to meet up for a drink. Beneath the helmet, Tony smiled. As the door closed behind Steve, he muttered.
“Any time, Cap. Any time.”
Fini
Author:
cat_13145Universe: 616
Rating G
Wordcount: 1100
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: this fic takes places after the Avenger’s first fight with Namor after Captain America is defrosted. I’m not completely sure of the issue number, but I hope people still enjoy it.
“Cap.”
Steve jumped, shocked out of his reverie, as he stared out from the roof. “Oh, hey Shellhead.” he said, turning to see his teammate standing beside him.
While, as always, he was pleased to see his friend, he wished he’d just go. He was lousy company at the moment. “You O.K?” He could hear the concern through the computerised voice.
“I’m fine.” The helmeted head jerked slightly to one side. Steve laughed bitterly, acknowledging the disbelief the gesture expressed.
"Alright. I’m not. It’s just...” he shook his head. “I’d have trusted Namor with my life, back in the day. Did virtually every day in fact.” As Iron Man looked confused, he hastened to explain. “Namor owned the Invader’s plane; he flew us pretty much everywhere. The only other person he trusted to do it was Bucky.” He sighed, feeling a familiar pang of guilt and regret; he’d lost Namor just as he’d lost Bucky and he couldn’t help feeling he should have been able to save them both.
“It’s something I miss,” he admitted, softly after a pause. “Flying, I mean. And not just with Namor, Jim used to carry us too, just holding on to us. I mean, it’s better these days, the planes are much quieter than even Namor’s old banger used to manage, but...” He shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he knew Iron Man wouldn’t laugh at him. “I love it when there was nothing but your buddy between you and the ground and you knew they’d never let fall, that you were safe with them. It was... nice.”
Steve returned to looking out over the city. He realised that it might sound like he didn’t trust the Avengers, and that simply wasn’t true; however he was starting to doubt his ability to judge characters.
“Well, you know, I can fly.”
Steve nodded, slightly confused at Iron Man’s words. He’d have to have been pretty dumb not to notice the scarlet and gold avenger flying around the battlefield.
“Think I could manage a passenger.”
“Really?” Steve realised he was grinning like a lunatic as Iron Man nodded, but he couldn’t help it. He had been telling the truth when he said he missed flying and this seemed like a perfect opportunity, especially with a man he admired so much in so many ways.
“Umm. If you want to. I’ve never tried this before, so how do you...?” Iron’s man’s hands were out stretched and Steve realised what he honestly was offering.
It was selfish of him, but one of the men who he had counted as a friend, who he would have died for and thought would do the same had just betrayed him. Steve could do selfish; it wasn’t like there was anyone left to tell Iron Man different.
“Jim used to do it something like this.” Steve said, watching Iron Man hold out his arms. He moved, carefully wrapping his arms around Iron Man’s neck. “One arm under the knees,” using the other man’s neck as a pivot, he swung his legs up to rest on the armoured arm.. “Other on the back.” He smiled slightly, leaning back and down a little, resting his arms on the other’s shoulders while he shifted. “Toro and Bucky always used to complain that it made them feel about two years old, but I have to admit I think...” The armour was considerably colder than either Jim or Namor had been and he couldn’t keep in a little gasp, as his cheek brushed against the helmet. He felt the figure in the armour stiffen slightly, and reluctantly released his arms from around his neck, to rest across his chest. “Its fine, I’m sure there are other ways...”
“No.” And was it his imagination or did the voice sound a little breathless? “This is good.”
There was a silent pause, and Steve wondered if the other man had changed his mind. Then a whirling noise filled the air, and he tightened his grip as they prepared for takeoff.
Steve had always loved flying, love the adrenaline rush, the view, and most of all the faith he had in whoever was flying them not to let him fall.
Once he’d felt that way about Namor, about all the Invaders really. And yet...he shifted slightly against Iron Man’s chest. There had always been something between them, Namor in particular. Namor had never felt like it was his war, he had fought primarily because he viewed the Nazis as the worst of the surface men. But there had always been the knowledge that if it came down to it, Atlantis would always be his first priority.
Slowly, he shook his head and looked around.
He watched the sky scrapers rise beside him, looked down on Times Square. He loved the city, it was so strange, it had changed so much while he was away, and yet so familiar, the important things unchanging.
When they were over the Brooklyn Bridge, he stopped admiring the view, or rather changed what he was looking it at. Confident that Iron Man couldn’t feel anything through the suit, he shifted downwards so that his head in towards the armoured chest, resting it where he was knew the man’s heart must be. He let himself imagine that he could hear a heart beat through the metal, and he could smell the other man. He thought Iron Man would smell like oil, and some form of aftershave, very masculine, like that Homme No.6 that he’d smelt on Iron Man’s boss, Mr. Stark yesterday.
He let his imagination work, almost forgetting where they were. It had been a long time since anyone had held him, a long time since he was this close to anyone, really.
Iron Man would be a blond, he was sure of that, with straight hair, probably cut close. His eyes would be blue; he’d see them through the eye slits a couple of times. He could see him removing his helmet after a fight, smiling up at him and saying...
“Cap. Cap?” he blinked. “We’re back.” And so they were, hovering just above the roof of the Avenger’s mansion.
"Oh.” He allowed himself to be lowered down, getting a twinge of guilt as he leaned on the other man’s shoulders. Taking a breath, he steadied himself against the door to the stairs, wishing the costume was less skin tight
“Thanks Shellhead,” he said, turning to go. There was no point in this. No point living in the past, no point crushing on men in metal suits who were never going to return his affection. He remembered the card the SHIELD agent, what was her name? Something Carter had left. He’d better call her, see if she wanted to meet up for a drink. Beneath the helmet, Tony smiled. As the door closed behind Steve, he muttered.
“Any time, Cap. Any time.”
Fini
