Hey! So I literally didn't finish this scene and I'm not sure how it was going to end (there was probably going to be some UST) but if you would like a half-finished scene I started for your MTH fic but didn't end up using, here it is:
Tony walked down the second-floor hallway as the morning sun shone through the windows, spilling from the bedrooms windows out the doors of the Avengers who still had their doors open -- which was most of them, because the team was a friendly bunch. No secrets among them, really.
Except, of course, for the Winter Soldier. And Tony, not that Tony really counted himself among the Avengers these days -- and, at any rate, the Avengers didn't even know that.
The Winter Soldier had his door half-open, which Tony supposed was a statement in its own way: some secrets, but some openness. Literally.
The sliver of the Winter Soldier's room that Tony could see suggested that the Winter Soldier was unpacking his possessions; the glint of dark metal suggested that his possessions were mostly weapons. He was wearing either the exact same clothes he'd been wearing yesterday or perhaps an identical black outfit. It was probably the same one. The guy didn't seem to have much.
Well, Tony could change that for him, couldn't he?
Tony had stayed the night at the mansion; it was unusual for him, these days. He was trying to tell himself it wasn't because he was intrigued by the Winter Soldier. Unfortunately, he was terrible about lying to himself.
Tony knocked on the doorframe and the Winter Soldier looked up. Tony couldn't tell anything about his expression with the mask on, of course, but his movements were smooth and graceful. Tony hadn't startled him in the slightest, and he almost certainly had already known Tony was there. He probably had excellent observational skills.
The star on his shoulder, Tony was pleased to note, wasn't even smudged.
"Hey, Tony!" The Winter Soldier's voice was bright. Pleased. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."
When was the last time anyone had sounded happy to see Tony again? God, he couldn't even remember. He knew that it had been his conscious choice to hold the entire world at arm's length, but that just made him excruciatingly aware of how much he hungered for a friend.
And besides, Tony just... he liked him. He liked him, already.
Tony held up the camera, letting it dangle by its strap and swing in the air. "I can't stay long," he said, and then he wanted to wince because that had sounded far too needy. Lonely. He coughed. "Actually, I'm here on Avengers business. I make ID cards for the team. Someone probably told you yesterday?"
In fact, someone definitely had. It had been Steve. Tony -- well, Iron Man -- had been in the room at the time. And Tony had repeated it to him.
"Oh!" the Winter Soldier said, in a tone of dawning, apologetic understanding. "Right. They told me I needed to talk to you about that. And then I think you told me. I'm sorry. There's so much going on that it just slipped my mind--"
[That's it! Sorry. But I thought you might like it anyway. I assume there was going to be some photography and UST.]
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Date: 2023-03-01 12:36 am (UTC)Tony walked down the second-floor hallway as the morning sun shone through the windows, spilling from the bedrooms windows out the doors of the Avengers who still had their doors open -- which was most of them, because the team was a friendly bunch. No secrets among them, really.
Except, of course, for the Winter Soldier. And Tony, not that Tony really counted himself among the Avengers these days -- and, at any rate, the Avengers didn't even know that.
The Winter Soldier had his door half-open, which Tony supposed was a statement in its own way: some secrets, but some openness. Literally.
The sliver of the Winter Soldier's room that Tony could see suggested that the Winter Soldier was unpacking his possessions; the glint of dark metal suggested that his possessions were mostly weapons. He was wearing either the exact same clothes he'd been wearing yesterday or perhaps an identical black outfit. It was probably the same one. The guy didn't seem to have much.
Well, Tony could change that for him, couldn't he?
Tony had stayed the night at the mansion; it was unusual for him, these days. He was trying to tell himself it wasn't because he was intrigued by the Winter Soldier. Unfortunately, he was terrible about lying to himself.
Tony knocked on the doorframe and the Winter Soldier looked up. Tony couldn't tell anything about his expression with the mask on, of course, but his movements were smooth and graceful. Tony hadn't startled him in the slightest, and he almost certainly had already known Tony was there. He probably had excellent observational skills.
The star on his shoulder, Tony was pleased to note, wasn't even smudged.
"Hey, Tony!" The Winter Soldier's voice was bright. Pleased. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."
When was the last time anyone had sounded happy to see Tony again? God, he couldn't even remember. He knew that it had been his conscious choice to hold the entire world at arm's length, but that just made him excruciatingly aware of how much he hungered for a friend.
And besides, Tony just... he liked him. He liked him, already.
Tony held up the camera, letting it dangle by its strap and swing in the air. "I can't stay long," he said, and then he wanted to wince because that had sounded far too needy. Lonely. He coughed. "Actually, I'm here on Avengers business. I make ID cards for the team. Someone probably told you yesterday?"
In fact, someone definitely had. It had been Steve. Tony -- well, Iron Man -- had been in the room at the time. And Tony had repeated it to him.
"Oh!" the Winter Soldier said, in a tone of dawning, apologetic understanding. "Right. They told me I needed to talk to you about that. And then I think you told me. I'm sorry. There's so much going on that it just slipped my mind--"
[That's it! Sorry. But I thought you might like it anyway. I assume there was going to be some photography and UST.]