Tilt Chapter 02
Took me long enough...
Title: Tilt
Rating: R
Pairings: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Toro, Natasha/Maria, Clint/Bobbi
Warnings: Language, violence, implied non-con, post-brain-delete!Tony
Word count: 469
Chapter Two:
Awakenings and Deliberations
Natasha awoke to the feeling of being unable to breath properly.
Sadly, nothing new.
“Maria…,” she whispered to the woman wrapped around her like a snake.
“Maria…” Maria whimpered and held on tighter.
“Maria, wake up…”
This was getting her nowhere.
“Hill! You’re crushing my fucking ribcage! Wake up!”
That did the trick. Maria went stiff for a moment, then her arms retreated from their place around Natasha’s torso.
“Sorry Nat…” she whispered, huddling under the sheets. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay. I’m almost used to it by now.”
Maria burrowed even deeper into the bed, until all that could be seen were a few tufts of black hair, muttering apologies over and over.
Natasha heaved a sigh. “Look. If it really bothered me, I’d have kicked your ass to the couch by now.”
“M’sorry…”
Natasha dug her companion out of her blanket-cocoon and wrapped her arms around the other woman.
“Sorry…”
“Shh… I know…”
“M’sorrry, it’s just… he was… he was…”
“Apologize again and I’ll knee-cap you.”
That did the trick.
“Understood.”
Maria curled up into Natasha’s embrace, burying her face in long red hair.
“Useless…” she muttered softly. “Pathetic… Shouldn’t bring me today.”
“I wouldn’t, if I wasn’t afraid you’d burn the damn house down,” Natasha replied.
Maria let out a soft laugh, “Thanks.”
“Now get some sleep. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
***
Tony watched the Not-Steve.
The Not-Steve was talking, moving slowly back and forth in the room.
Sometimes he stopped and looked at Tony with a sad face.
Tony didn’t like that face. It made him ache inside.
The Not-Steve kept talking, and Tony kept watching.
“-to find a car… wish I’d paid more attention to…be an old one, new ones are too…”
The Not-Steve stopped and looked at Tony again.
“I don’t suppose you have any suggestions?”
Tony blinked. He was cold.
The Not-Steve sighed.
“This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
He sat down next to Tony.
He was so warm. It hurt so much, but he was so warm, and Tony could pretend that this was his Steve.
But his Steve was mad at him.
The Not-Steve put his arm around Tony. He was so warm.
“Not much longer. I promise. We’ll check out the house tonight. If no one’s there, then we’ll try Strange.”
Tony leaned against the Not-Steve. He was cold, and he ached, and the Not-Steve was so warm.
The Not-Steve laughed. It was his Steve’s laugh and it hurt to hear, but it hurt more when the Not-Steve was quiet.
“I know, I know, you hate magic.”
Tony closed his eyes, and drifted. He felt so-warm lips press against his forehead, and thought that it was his Steve, just for a moment. But he knew.
His Steve was gone.
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A/N: Oh geez.... I apologize for taking so long. I promise the next chapter won't take two months. This one might have taken even longer, but the latest IIM spurred me in to action.
Title: Tilt
Rating: R
Pairings: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Toro, Natasha/Maria, Clint/Bobbi
Warnings: Language, violence, implied non-con, post-brain-delete!Tony
Word count: 469
Chapter Two:
Awakenings and Deliberations
Natasha awoke to the feeling of being unable to breath properly.
Sadly, nothing new.
“Maria…,” she whispered to the woman wrapped around her like a snake.
“Maria…” Maria whimpered and held on tighter.
“Maria, wake up…”
This was getting her nowhere.
“Hill! You’re crushing my fucking ribcage! Wake up!”
That did the trick. Maria went stiff for a moment, then her arms retreated from their place around Natasha’s torso.
“Sorry Nat…” she whispered, huddling under the sheets. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay. I’m almost used to it by now.”
Maria burrowed even deeper into the bed, until all that could be seen were a few tufts of black hair, muttering apologies over and over.
Natasha heaved a sigh. “Look. If it really bothered me, I’d have kicked your ass to the couch by now.”
“M’sorry…”
Natasha dug her companion out of her blanket-cocoon and wrapped her arms around the other woman.
“Sorry…”
“Shh… I know…”
“M’sorrry, it’s just… he was… he was…”
“Apologize again and I’ll knee-cap you.”
That did the trick.
“Understood.”
Maria curled up into Natasha’s embrace, burying her face in long red hair.
“Useless…” she muttered softly. “Pathetic… Shouldn’t bring me today.”
“I wouldn’t, if I wasn’t afraid you’d burn the damn house down,” Natasha replied.
Maria let out a soft laugh, “Thanks.”
“Now get some sleep. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
***
Tony watched the Not-Steve.
The Not-Steve was talking, moving slowly back and forth in the room.
Sometimes he stopped and looked at Tony with a sad face.
Tony didn’t like that face. It made him ache inside.
The Not-Steve kept talking, and Tony kept watching.
“-to find a car… wish I’d paid more attention to…be an old one, new ones are too…”
The Not-Steve stopped and looked at Tony again.
“I don’t suppose you have any suggestions?”
Tony blinked. He was cold.
The Not-Steve sighed.
“This is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
He sat down next to Tony.
He was so warm. It hurt so much, but he was so warm, and Tony could pretend that this was his Steve.
But his Steve was mad at him.
The Not-Steve put his arm around Tony. He was so warm.
“Not much longer. I promise. We’ll check out the house tonight. If no one’s there, then we’ll try Strange.”
Tony leaned against the Not-Steve. He was cold, and he ached, and the Not-Steve was so warm.
The Not-Steve laughed. It was his Steve’s laugh and it hurt to hear, but it hurt more when the Not-Steve was quiet.
“I know, I know, you hate magic.”
Tony closed his eyes, and drifted. He felt so-warm lips press against his forehead, and thought that it was his Steve, just for a moment. But he knew.
His Steve was gone.
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A/N: Oh geez.... I apologize for taking so long. I promise the next chapter won't take two months. This one might have taken even longer, but the latest IIM spurred me in to action.