ART; Avengers Big Bang; "a long parting"
Title: a long parting
Author: plingo_kat
Artist: espadas
Type: Digital Paintings
Rating: As for the art: PG, safe for work
Characters/Pairings: in art: Tony Stark, JARVIS; in Fic: full Movie!Avengers ensemble
Warnings: none for the art
Summary: "All of the Avengers lose the powers and skills they are famed for. Thor can no longer lift his hammer. Clint can't hit the broad side of a barn. Natasha pulls a muscle every time she so much as stretches. Steve is a skinny little thing again. Tony is no longer a genius. If you make Bruce angry the only thing he becomes is a ticked off science nerd. And to top things off, there's a new group of villains lurking around -- the mysterious Black Council."
Artist Notes: Wow. Just... wow. This was the first Big Bang I decided to participate in (being a generally shy being and all), and I would never have dreamed about anything as awesome as this. plingo_kat is not only a wonderful writer who created a kickass story, but also a just plain awesome person aside from that; I had so much fun illustrating her words and playing around in her setting. If you haven't read her story yet, go and do it. Immediately. =D
Also, Kat? ILU. <3
Link to Story Here! :) http://archiveofourown.org/works/402265
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Excerpts from the story:
[...] Tony jerks upright, staring into the dark. For a moment he panics-
--gasping for breath, every inch aching, sitting up only to feel the tug of wires in his chest, inside his chest oh god--
--and then he makes out the shadowed outlines of his own bedroom.
“Jarvis, time.” His voice is sleep-rough and hoarse; he needs a drink.
“Six forty-seven AM. You have been asleep for approximately eleven hours, sir.”
“Good for me,” Tony croaks. God, he’s hungry. And thirsty. And he needs to piss.
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“Wait. Yeah, system in isolation - Jarvis, how many people know the other people on this list? Explode-“
He claps his hands together, throwing his arms out, names and photos flying apart into a cube. “And give me connections. Red to violet by increasing numbers, intervals as you see fit.”
“Calculating.” Tony paces while he waits, five steps each way. He only turns twice.
“Calculations complete.” Strings of light flicker into existence, a tangled, shimmering, rainbow web. Tony hums low in his throat, stepping back for a better view.
“Cut anybody red to yellow, would you?”
“Of course, sir.” The cube-web shrinks obligingly, only cool colors remaining. “Seventeen employees remain. Shall I call up more detailed information on each individual?”
“Jarvis, you are just reading my mind today.”
“I aim to please.”
Tony grins. God, he loves Jarvis. In that moment he also loves the seventeen suspects on his list - this is the first time in two weeks that he’s felt normal.
“Oh, you do, baby,” he purrs. “You do.”
