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Username: lomku (Discord: oluka#1392)

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Comics Steve/Tony: 616, Ultimates

Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters: Rhodey/Tony (MCU, 616)

Likes: Identity Porn, kidnapping, psychological and/or physical torture, soulmates, competent Tony and Steve, transhumanism, Extremis, character study, angst, heavy angst, happy/hopeful/open endings, equal relationships, fix-its but also break-its, getting together, pining, fluff and smut, BDSM with Dom Tony/Sub Steve, office sex, armour kink, time-loops, time-travel, sci-fi AU

Dislikes: age regression, kidfic, sickfic, marriage or divorce fic, No-powers/modern AU, "damsel in distress" Tony and/or Steve, dub-con/non-con, underage, A/B/O, scat, watersports, objectification, punishments, animal roleplay, bestiality, age play

Non-fandom related requests/anything else?: I'd love some Sci-fi book/film recs, especially if it's about robots/AI/transhumanism. Also, if you do a podfic/remix/fanart or other inspired by one of my fics I will die for you.

Comments

616 angst

[resurrectedhippo]

Hi Oluka, I have a drabble for you. It's set in some ambiguous time post-CW. Let's pretend Steve is "reborn" early and the skrulls are winning. I hope it fits your taste in angst. <3

Tony’s body is nearly sliced in half. Steve removes the gun from the holster and sets the barrel to Tony's forehead. He's crying. His head spins, but he ignores it and tries to shove down the bile rising from his throat. "I’m sorry, Tony, I have to," he whispers, unable to recognize his voice.

“Steve —”

“I have to,” Steve insists. If he drags this any longer, Tony will be in more pain.

“It’s alright,” Tony says. Steve thinks he tries to reach out, but he can’t because he’s dying. There’s blood oozing from his mouth and nose. “Steve, it’s —”

The wind is picking up now, and for a beat, he wants to put the gun down and cradle Tony's bloody face, but he can't because Tony's intestines are slipping out of him.

This is what he must do. This is the best he can do.

Steve clicks off the safety then pulls the trigger.

He returns to the bunker. When they ask him about where Tony is, he tries to shrug, and it's a broken mechanical thing. His limbs aren't working. They're too heavy. He has grime on his face and his fingernails are filled with dirt and blood.

With every exhale, he smells the damp soil of where he buried Tony's body.

It's just a supply run. Trite. They could have sent anyone else out. But instead, Carol decides that it will be both of them. Something about teamwork. Doesn't she know that he and Tony can't stand to be in the same room without breaking down? Doesn't she understand that if you send out men on a mission, they have to trust each other? To watch each other's six. Not for one of them to straddle the other in the ruins of a burning city, a shield held up high for a kill.

"They got to him," is all Steve says.

Re: 616 angst

[lomku]

Thank you so much for this delicious drabble!!!! It's hmmm it's DELICIOUS it hits just the right spot. Incredible. Some of the best angst is the "wrong place wrong time" kind of angst because there is nothing the characters could have done!! They couldn't escape their fate!!! This is lovely thank you very much. I will now imagine how steve fails to cope with the fact that he killed tony and I will cry :)