Fics for Avengers_land exchange!
Below the cuts are three drabbles I wrote for the avengers_land gift exchange!
Sketchbook, for mizzy2k
“For the hundredth time, will you just tell me what you’re drawing, Capsicle?” Tony asked in annoyance from his place at his desk.
Steve had been sitting in the corner of Tony’s workshop for the better part of the evening, sketching away in his notepad. He kept glancing up at Tony and to say it was unnerving would be an understatement. “You’re seriously driving me insane. I’m going to come take that sketchpad away from you if you don’t start spilling your secrets,” Tony said in his no-nonsense voice
Steve just smirked up at Tony knowingly, because as much as Tony might be going insane over the suspense, he respected Steve’s art and privacy enough to keep his hands off. Steve wouldn’t usually be so cocky, but he knew from experience. He tended to sit and sketch down in the workshop a lot. He felt so much more creative there, seeing Tony create things, than he felt on his own floor of Avengers tower.
It wasn’t that Tony particularly cared what Steve was drawing, but at the same time, he was positively itching to know. Whatever it was had Steve’s eyes on him for a suspiciously large margin of time. “You know, I can just set up a program for you to sketch right in front of you and instantly digitalize the art instead of just having one copy on paper,” Tony said. He was trying to distract Steve so maybe he could wander over and snatch the sketchbook away.
As he walked closer, he waved his arms around and said, “Seriously. Just right here. Give you a little stylus, you can sketch right up in the air, much more comfortable than sitting crouched over that tiny little pad of paper.” He glanced down at Steve, who had hugged the sketchpad to his chest protectively. “Are you for real right now? What are we, twelve?”
Before Steve could speak, protest, or anything of the sort, Tony had reached out and tugged the sketchpad from him. He gaped up at Tony, face flushing red as Tony flipped through the sketchbook. His triumphant smirk fell into a look of seriousness as he fell upon sketch after sketch of himself. Steve had been drawing him. “What’s this?” Tony asked, his voice completely unreadable.
Steve swallowed hard and looked up at Tony from where he sat on a chair near the door. “Just drawings,” Steve said lamely.
“I can see that, Cap. But… why are they of me?” Tony pressed.
Steve stood up and tugged at the sketchbook, but Tony protested and tugged back. “Why are they of me?” he said firmly.
Their eyes locked over the sketchbook and Steve just shrugged. “I like sketching you. It’s always something new with you. It’s intriguing,” he admitted.
Tony’s face morphed into a big smirk and he nodded. “Yep. That’s right. Most interesting guy in the house, if you ask me,” Tony nodded, his ego stepping in. “Your little boy-crush on me is cute, Capsicle.”
“Tony, it’s not-“ Steve tried to argue.
“Ah,” Tony held up a hand, effectively shushing Steve. “It’s great. Really. Keep going. This is doing wonders for my ego!”
Tony wandered back to his workbench and Steve couldn’t stop himself from laughing and shaking his head as he sat down and opened to a fresh page, sketching yet another image of Tony, this time with that completely satisfied look on his face.
Can't Sleep for kiyala
Steve tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He couldn’t keep his mind off of the afternoon before, when the Avengers meeting had turned into everyone going down to Tony’s workshop to look at his new trinkets that Steve didn’t understand, which turned into Steve just sitting, under the guise of sketching, watching Tony work until well into the night. Now at nearly four in the morning, Steve was lying in bed but couldn’t sleep. He didn’t need much sleep, but even that night when he knew he should be sleeping, he couldn’t.
Watching Tony work had been intriguing, to say the least, but what caught his attention was the little details about it all. It wasn’t obvious to everyone when they were wandering the tower, or out fighting, but down in the workshop, Tony’s age was a lot more obvious. JARVIS had finally talked him into getting glasses so he could see better, and Steve had been surprised to see Tony effortlessly slip on reading glasses instead of his usual, cocky sunglasses.
They were solid black frames, thick but not huge. The frames were narrow and rectangular, but were a perfect fit for Tony’s face. Steve watched Tony work, glazing down at his diagram, then back up at the data, the glasses sliding down his nose with each tilt downwards of his head. The sweat that beaded upon his face helped to slide the glasses down a bit more, and mixed with the grease that spread when he pushed the glasses back up on his nose, it was probably the most attractive thing Steve had seen in a long time.
Well, until he tried to pay attention to what Tony was actually working on, but then his eyesight just landed upon Tony’s hands, and that didn’t help much, either. Nearly subconsciously, Steve reached down under the blankets as he thought about it all, giving himself a bit of relief as his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He stroked himself as he thought about it all. The way Tony’s deft fingers tapped at screens that were only somewhat there, hands reaching down to a new machine, twisting a screwdriver or sliding grease on a tough-to-turn screw. He moved so fluidly, his hands moving instinctively, fumbling over nothing.
Steve gasped as he thought back to the full sight of Tony, bending over to get a better look at his new AI, hands greasy, body slicked with a thin sheen of sweat, grease speckled in with sweat as he slid his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Steve came hard into his hand, thoughts still focused on Tony working in his workshop. He laid there in shock for a moment before sitting up and cleaning himself off.
Steve himself was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he couldn’t really explain how he’d ended up doing what he’d just done. He’d never thought of Tony that way before, but now that it had been done, there was no undoing it.
And, unfortunately, it didn’t help Steve fall asleep at all, so instead he wandered downstairs to Tony’s workshop where he was welcomed without words to start the vicious cycle all over again. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind at all.
You're My Heroes for ibonekoen
Now that the Glee club was in New York for nationals, it was a lot harder for all of them to concentrate. They were out and about, wandering the city in hopes of finding inspiration for their original songs for the competition, and they were dancing around a fountain, excited just to be in the big city. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw a flash of something bright, and he froze for a minute before turning to see a man with a bright, reflective light in his chest. “Tony Stark?” he asked in shock, squinting to see.
Upon better look, Sam saw that it was, in fact, the one and only Tony Stark, and in shock, he wandered over on his own, only to see that standing right next to him was Captain freaking America. Sam idolized that man. “Excuse me?” Sam said shyly.
Steve and Tony turned to look at him, and Tony lowered his sunglasses down his nose just a bit to take a good look at Sam. “You need a haircut, kiddo,” Tony commented.
Steve elbowed Tony roughly as Sam’s face flushed red, and he said, “Don’t listen to him. Your hair looks fine, son. Can we help you?”
“I just… wanted to come say hi. You guys are like… my heroes,” Sam gushed, now flushed red in excitement and happiness. On his trip to New York, Sam had been expecting glee club drama, some fights, and maybe Santana getting so pissed she shouted in Spanish, but not to meet his idols.
“Don’t call me a hero, that’s weird,” Tony waved it off.
Steve smiled at that, and he turned to glance at Tony before he reached out to shake Sam’s hand. “We just lend a helping hand when it’s needed. What’s your name?” he asked.
Sam stared at Steve’s hand in awe for a moment before he reached out to shake it. “Sam Evans,” he said, swallowing hard. He still couldn’t believe he was talking to his idols.
“Well, Sam Evans, it’s an honor to meet you. We appreciate the support,” Steve nodded, speaking firmly and kindly, diplomatically even.
Tony looked at Steve with surprise and a little skepticism before he reached out for Sam’s hand to shake it. “Thanks, kiddo,” Tony nodded. “But for the record, Steve here is the hero, not me.”
Steve rolled his eyes at Tony and then smiled down at Sam. He noticed the crowd of kids behind him and nodded, “Your friends look like they need you.”
Sam let out a nervous laugh and nodded. “Yeah. I should probably get back to them. But… it was really awesome to meet you guys,” he grinned.
Steve and Tony nodded as Sam thanked them again. He rushed off towards the glee club, and as Steve and Tony turned to walk back into Avengers tower, Tony shook his head and said, “Kids these days.” Steve let out a chuckle at his side and didn’t say a word.
Sketchbook, for mizzy2k
“For the hundredth time, will you just tell me what you’re drawing, Capsicle?” Tony asked in annoyance from his place at his desk.
Steve had been sitting in the corner of Tony’s workshop for the better part of the evening, sketching away in his notepad. He kept glancing up at Tony and to say it was unnerving would be an understatement. “You’re seriously driving me insane. I’m going to come take that sketchpad away from you if you don’t start spilling your secrets,” Tony said in his no-nonsense voice
Steve just smirked up at Tony knowingly, because as much as Tony might be going insane over the suspense, he respected Steve’s art and privacy enough to keep his hands off. Steve wouldn’t usually be so cocky, but he knew from experience. He tended to sit and sketch down in the workshop a lot. He felt so much more creative there, seeing Tony create things, than he felt on his own floor of Avengers tower.
It wasn’t that Tony particularly cared what Steve was drawing, but at the same time, he was positively itching to know. Whatever it was had Steve’s eyes on him for a suspiciously large margin of time. “You know, I can just set up a program for you to sketch right in front of you and instantly digitalize the art instead of just having one copy on paper,” Tony said. He was trying to distract Steve so maybe he could wander over and snatch the sketchbook away.
As he walked closer, he waved his arms around and said, “Seriously. Just right here. Give you a little stylus, you can sketch right up in the air, much more comfortable than sitting crouched over that tiny little pad of paper.” He glanced down at Steve, who had hugged the sketchpad to his chest protectively. “Are you for real right now? What are we, twelve?”
Before Steve could speak, protest, or anything of the sort, Tony had reached out and tugged the sketchpad from him. He gaped up at Tony, face flushing red as Tony flipped through the sketchbook. His triumphant smirk fell into a look of seriousness as he fell upon sketch after sketch of himself. Steve had been drawing him. “What’s this?” Tony asked, his voice completely unreadable.
Steve swallowed hard and looked up at Tony from where he sat on a chair near the door. “Just drawings,” Steve said lamely.
“I can see that, Cap. But… why are they of me?” Tony pressed.
Steve stood up and tugged at the sketchbook, but Tony protested and tugged back. “Why are they of me?” he said firmly.
Their eyes locked over the sketchbook and Steve just shrugged. “I like sketching you. It’s always something new with you. It’s intriguing,” he admitted.
Tony’s face morphed into a big smirk and he nodded. “Yep. That’s right. Most interesting guy in the house, if you ask me,” Tony nodded, his ego stepping in. “Your little boy-crush on me is cute, Capsicle.”
“Tony, it’s not-“ Steve tried to argue.
“Ah,” Tony held up a hand, effectively shushing Steve. “It’s great. Really. Keep going. This is doing wonders for my ego!”
Tony wandered back to his workbench and Steve couldn’t stop himself from laughing and shaking his head as he sat down and opened to a fresh page, sketching yet another image of Tony, this time with that completely satisfied look on his face.
Can't Sleep for kiyala
Steve tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He couldn’t keep his mind off of the afternoon before, when the Avengers meeting had turned into everyone going down to Tony’s workshop to look at his new trinkets that Steve didn’t understand, which turned into Steve just sitting, under the guise of sketching, watching Tony work until well into the night. Now at nearly four in the morning, Steve was lying in bed but couldn’t sleep. He didn’t need much sleep, but even that night when he knew he should be sleeping, he couldn’t.
Watching Tony work had been intriguing, to say the least, but what caught his attention was the little details about it all. It wasn’t obvious to everyone when they were wandering the tower, or out fighting, but down in the workshop, Tony’s age was a lot more obvious. JARVIS had finally talked him into getting glasses so he could see better, and Steve had been surprised to see Tony effortlessly slip on reading glasses instead of his usual, cocky sunglasses.
They were solid black frames, thick but not huge. The frames were narrow and rectangular, but were a perfect fit for Tony’s face. Steve watched Tony work, glazing down at his diagram, then back up at the data, the glasses sliding down his nose with each tilt downwards of his head. The sweat that beaded upon his face helped to slide the glasses down a bit more, and mixed with the grease that spread when he pushed the glasses back up on his nose, it was probably the most attractive thing Steve had seen in a long time.
Well, until he tried to pay attention to what Tony was actually working on, but then his eyesight just landed upon Tony’s hands, and that didn’t help much, either. Nearly subconsciously, Steve reached down under the blankets as he thought about it all, giving himself a bit of relief as his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He stroked himself as he thought about it all. The way Tony’s deft fingers tapped at screens that were only somewhat there, hands reaching down to a new machine, twisting a screwdriver or sliding grease on a tough-to-turn screw. He moved so fluidly, his hands moving instinctively, fumbling over nothing.
Steve gasped as he thought back to the full sight of Tony, bending over to get a better look at his new AI, hands greasy, body slicked with a thin sheen of sweat, grease speckled in with sweat as he slid his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Steve came hard into his hand, thoughts still focused on Tony working in his workshop. He laid there in shock for a moment before sitting up and cleaning himself off.
Steve himself was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he couldn’t really explain how he’d ended up doing what he’d just done. He’d never thought of Tony that way before, but now that it had been done, there was no undoing it.
And, unfortunately, it didn’t help Steve fall asleep at all, so instead he wandered downstairs to Tony’s workshop where he was welcomed without words to start the vicious cycle all over again. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind at all.
You're My Heroes for ibonekoen
Now that the Glee club was in New York for nationals, it was a lot harder for all of them to concentrate. They were out and about, wandering the city in hopes of finding inspiration for their original songs for the competition, and they were dancing around a fountain, excited just to be in the big city. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw a flash of something bright, and he froze for a minute before turning to see a man with a bright, reflective light in his chest. “Tony Stark?” he asked in shock, squinting to see.
Upon better look, Sam saw that it was, in fact, the one and only Tony Stark, and in shock, he wandered over on his own, only to see that standing right next to him was Captain freaking America. Sam idolized that man. “Excuse me?” Sam said shyly.
Steve and Tony turned to look at him, and Tony lowered his sunglasses down his nose just a bit to take a good look at Sam. “You need a haircut, kiddo,” Tony commented.
Steve elbowed Tony roughly as Sam’s face flushed red, and he said, “Don’t listen to him. Your hair looks fine, son. Can we help you?”
“I just… wanted to come say hi. You guys are like… my heroes,” Sam gushed, now flushed red in excitement and happiness. On his trip to New York, Sam had been expecting glee club drama, some fights, and maybe Santana getting so pissed she shouted in Spanish, but not to meet his idols.
“Don’t call me a hero, that’s weird,” Tony waved it off.
Steve smiled at that, and he turned to glance at Tony before he reached out to shake Sam’s hand. “We just lend a helping hand when it’s needed. What’s your name?” he asked.
Sam stared at Steve’s hand in awe for a moment before he reached out to shake it. “Sam Evans,” he said, swallowing hard. He still couldn’t believe he was talking to his idols.
“Well, Sam Evans, it’s an honor to meet you. We appreciate the support,” Steve nodded, speaking firmly and kindly, diplomatically even.
Tony looked at Steve with surprise and a little skepticism before he reached out for Sam’s hand to shake it. “Thanks, kiddo,” Tony nodded. “But for the record, Steve here is the hero, not me.”
Steve rolled his eyes at Tony and then smiled down at Sam. He noticed the crowd of kids behind him and nodded, “Your friends look like they need you.”
Sam let out a nervous laugh and nodded. “Yeah. I should probably get back to them. But… it was really awesome to meet you guys,” he grinned.
Steve and Tony nodded as Sam thanked them again. He rushed off towards the glee club, and as Steve and Tony turned to walk back into Avengers tower, Tony shook his head and said, “Kids these days.” Steve let out a chuckle at his side and didn’t say a word.