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The Sounds of You Breathing :: StonyThe Sounds of You Breathing
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, panting and still half-stuck in a nightmare, he sometimes panics. Well, he nearly does. It takes a few seconds for his surroundings to reassert themselves; to tell him that he's not being pelted with freezing wind, that it's so cold he can see his breath, that he's reaching out and Bucky's
The thought is always cut off before it can finish.
But then he looks up and there's no grey clouds and snow covered mountains surrounding him, but there's a ceiling and walls and an entire wall of windows overlooking the ocean and Tony snoring peacefully beside him.
That's, ultimately, what grounds him firmly in reality, in the here and now. The walls and windows are nice, but it's Tony sleeping beside him, eyes closed and the faint glow of the arc reactor throwing out a pale blue light, that makes his heart stop racing and a small to start tugging at the corners of his lips.
Sometimes he wakes Tony up if it's bee
Hot Showers Tony was one of the smartest-if not the smartest-men in the world, and he was an innovative genius. But he was still a big enough dumbass to put only one shower in Stark Tower.
"Clint, hurry up in there!"
"Sorry, Tony." Clint didn't sound sorry at all, and Tony could still hear the shower running.
Tony waited patiently for two minutes before he slammed his fist against the door. "Barton, if you don't get the hell out of my shower, I will use anything and everything I can to destroy you!"
The shower stopped, and Tony allowed himself a moment to revel in his victory.
"Why don't you go find Steve and tell him to join you? I'm sure he'd love it."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
Drunken Actions"Good morning, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S said and he sounded way too sarcastic for something that is not, you know, human. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, thank you for asking." Tony groaned, opening his eyes. His head felt like Thor was hitting him with his hammer. He couldn't remember the stupid thing's name because he was too hungover to think about it.
Last night the whole team had gone out to celebrate Clint's birthday. Tony remembered some bits of the night, mostly the parts when he was still sober, which were the boring ones.
"Coffee. I need coffee."
He struggled to get out of his bed and wondered how he even got there in the first place, knowing he was definitely too drunk for that. He shrugged and thought it might have something to do with Pepper, she always did those things.
After his coffee, Tony took a long shower and that's when he started to remember last night's drunk adventures. To his surprise, Bruce was quite a funny drunk and had managed to not hulk out. On the oth
April FoolsSteve is a nice guy. Actually Steve is a really nice guy, too nice for this day and age. And he believes that people are just as nice and noble and honest as he is. That's why he always gets prank'd on April Fools.
Tony is the exact opposite of Steve, in fact, Tony takes advantage of people like Steve. So in that morning after some weird blue sticky substance exploded right in Steve's face when he opened the freezer, Tony promised that was the last prank of the day. It wasn't. Not that he had anything planned, but he would think of something.
Of course, Steve didn't know he was lying, because Steve always believed people and that was a serious problem. Tony was sitting on his couch, looking at some projects on his laptop, Steve was sitting next to him reading a book. The projects were giving Tony a headache, because they weren't designed by him and they were so boring, so he stood up and walked to the mini bar on the corner of the living room.
"Do you want a drink?" Tony
The Positive Outcome of Irrational Fears"Tony! Tony, Jesus Christ, get in here! Please!"
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What is it?"
"Tony, you gotta kill it, please, kill it!"
"Kill what? I don't see anything!"
"It's right there, look! It's moving! Oh God, oh God, oh God."
"That centipede You call me in here because of a tiny little centipede?"
"Tony, c'mon, it's getting closer!"
"You're seriously afraid of a little bug? A tiny little bug?"
"No, not scared. I just It's just "
"I get it, you're scared, but you've called the right person for the job, Spangles."
"Don't call me that. And I'm not afraid, Stark! Just-Just take care of it if you're going to, because it's moving really fast and it might escape and get into the rest of the tower and if Natasha saw it she would freak out. I'm just thinking of Tasha."
"Sure you are, Cap. Can't we let it live, though? I think it's cute and I bet it wants to be your friend."
"By friend? Yeah, sure, I let it be my friend and then it starts crawling all
Not A Typical Day for SteveToday was like any other day for Steve Rogers. He got up at the crack of dawn, went for his morning jog around the city and then went back to the Stark mansion to eat a large breakfast. Then his morning shower and then his days were open. Sometimes he had to go to a press conference and other times he was invited by Tony to get some lunch and hang out. The relationship between the two had increasingly gotten between since the last Loki incident.
Today Steve had chosen to take part of the morning, go up to the roof of the mansion where there where lawn chairs already set up facing the ocean where the sun would set. He took one of the regular chairs and set it towards the city. He leaned his sketch pad against the ledge of the building and took out his array of pencils. He chose a soft pencil; specifically a 6 B, which was a very soft pencil indeed. It was almost the consistency of a hard charcoal, Steve liked the way the lead gave way under his hand and he promptly started to sketch wha
A STony Phone Call "Hey, Steve?"
"The one and only."
"What happened? You only call me when something's wrong."
"That's not true!"
"Then why are you calling me?"
"That's what I thought."
"Sometimes I think I hate you."
Asleep In the Workshop"It's been three hours...where's Tony?" Steve Rogers (more generally referred to as Captain America) had been lying in bed, waiting for a certain genius to return from his workshop. He rolled onto his side and stared at the clock, letting a soft sigh escape him. He said he was only going to be a few minutes. Steve let out a less-than-manly whine as he unwillingly rose to his feet, pulling on a pair of very star-spangled boxers and made his way to his boyfriend's workshop.
The blond super-soldier pushed his way through the doors, the corners of his mouth sagging into a frown when he saw Tony hunched over at his workbench. With a particularly loud groan, Steve approached the seemingly busy Tony and crossed his arm. "Tony, you said you were only going to be a few minutes." When he received no response, Steve continued. "What could you possibly be doing that's so important?"
He never really understood what was so great about it. All he saw was various bits of metal and fa
And so Clint tells everyone"Tony, stop!" Steve giggled. "This is not the place to-"
"Aww come on, Steve, it's not like we're about to have sex, just a little make out session won't hurt." Tony replied before kissing Steve's jaw. "Unless you want sex, we can totally-"
"Oh. My. God."
Both men turned their heads to the door when they heard Clint's voice. So maybe Steve was right, making out at SHIELD headquarters was really not a good idea. Barton turned around and left without a single word to look for Natasha.
"As I was saying-" Tony tried, but was cut off when Steve shook his head with an apologetic look plastered on his face, meaning that the mood was killed. Tony wanted to make a punching bag out of Barton.
"They we're like, making out. And I heard something about sex!" Clint said frantically. "Tasha, they were about to have sex at SHIELD. They are probably doing it right now!"
"Mhm." Natasha didn't lift her eyes from the book she was reading.
"That's it? I will possibly be scarred for life and a mumble is
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