Hello! You had fun prompts. Here’s a few hundred words loosely based on your first one. . . “Unhand me!” Captain America’s voice rings loud and clear. Tony winces and keeps holding on. “Don’t you see that I’m trying to save you? Even super-soldiers can’t survive a laser slicing them in half.” The thing is, if Tony were to let Cap go, he’d splatter on the ground like an overripe grape, and that would be the end of America’s favourite superhero. Tony doesn’t want to be labelled as Cap’s murderer. His reputation is shitty enough as it is, and he’s barely avoiding getting caught by the Avengers already, so he really can’t afford it. Plus, Cap is kind of, unfortunately, something of a childhood hero of Tony’s. Not that he’d admit it, of course. But he had a serious crush. And being this close to Cap, staring into his sky blue eyes, holding him pressed against his chest, well. It’s not exactly making the crush go away. He puts an additional ten percent more power in his thrusters and makes a sharp bend. He needs to find a way to lose the flying laser-shooting robots on his trail, but he’s not confident enough in his flying without his hand stabilizers to try the kind of manoeuvres that would make the robots crash into the nearby buildings. Maybe he should really drop Cap. Then all the trouble you went through to save him from AIM’s attempted execution would be for nothing, wouldn’t it? an annoying voice in the back of his head reminds him. Unfortunately, it’s right. He sighs. Cap’s not going to like what he’s about to say. “I can’t escape the robots while I’m holding you, and I can’t drop you because then you won’t be protected by the armour’s force field. I need you to hold on to me so that I can use my hands.” Cap scowls at him. “You’re asking me to cling to you. Iron Man. A villain.” Yes, that’s exactly what he’s asking. “Just for a few minutes, so that I can shoot the robots down. I promise I’ll drop you off on the nearest roof when I’m done.” He knows his word as a villain doesn’t have much value, but he’s betting on Cap’s survivor instinct. He must know they don’t have much of a choice here. And, sure, he knows that Captain America working together with Iron Man is not what either of them want, but this is what Cap gets for letting himself be kidnapped. Cap sets his jaw, wriggles around in Tony’s hold, and then he’s clinging to Tony like a koala, strong thighs squeezing around his waist, arms looped under Tony’s armpits. Tony very firmly doesn’t think about how suggestive their position may or may not be, and turns his palms out. Fighting now, dealing with the fallout of rescuing Captain America later.
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“Unhand me!” Captain America’s voice rings loud and clear. Tony winces and keeps holding on.
“Don’t you see that I’m trying to save you? Even super-soldiers can’t survive a laser slicing them in half.”
The thing is, if Tony were to let Cap go, he’d splatter on the ground like an overripe grape, and that would be the end of America’s favourite superhero.
Tony doesn’t want to be labelled as Cap’s murderer. His reputation is shitty enough as it is, and he’s barely avoiding getting caught by the Avengers already, so he really can’t afford it. Plus, Cap is kind of, unfortunately, something of a childhood hero of Tony’s. Not that he’d admit it, of course. But he had a serious crush. And being this close to Cap, staring into his sky blue eyes, holding him pressed against his chest, well. It’s not exactly making the crush go away.
He puts an additional ten percent more power in his thrusters and makes a sharp bend. He needs to find a way to lose the flying laser-shooting robots on his trail, but he’s not confident enough in his flying without his hand stabilizers to try the kind of manoeuvres that would make the robots crash into the nearby buildings. Maybe he should really drop Cap.
Then all the trouble you went through to save him from AIM’s attempted execution would be for nothing, wouldn’t it? an annoying voice in the back of his head reminds him. Unfortunately, it’s right.
He sighs. Cap’s not going to like what he’s about to say.
“I can’t escape the robots while I’m holding you, and I can’t drop you because then you won’t be protected by the armour’s force field. I need you to hold on to me so that I can use my hands.”
Cap scowls at him.
“You’re asking me to cling to you. Iron Man. A villain.”
Yes, that’s exactly what he’s asking.
“Just for a few minutes, so that I can shoot the robots down. I promise I’ll drop you off on the nearest roof when I’m done.”
He knows his word as a villain doesn’t have much value, but he’s betting on Cap’s survivor instinct. He must know they don’t have much of a choice here. And, sure, he knows that Captain America working together with Iron Man is not what either of them want, but this is what Cap gets for letting himself be kidnapped.
Cap sets his jaw, wriggles around in Tony’s hold, and then he’s clinging to Tony like a koala, strong thighs squeezing around his waist, arms looped under Tony’s armpits. Tony very firmly doesn’t think about how suggestive their position may or may not be, and turns his palms out.
Fighting now, dealing with the fallout of rescuing Captain America later.