Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-01-19 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: nick fury, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: india, z: om1: past character: billy kaplan |
Tendering
Characters: Billy, Tony and Nick
Setting: A train in India and Nick Fury's gentle, loving arms.
Content: Nick Fury.
Summary: The end, conclusion and finale of Billy's latest (let's not dare say last) kidnapping.
The remarkable thing was that the buzzing in his head gone quiet. Maybe that wasn't so remarkable, not as remarkable as being kept alive by a car battery, not as remarkable as being seared by holy water, not even as remarkable as this woman's ability to fry eggs on the floor of a moving train car, but at least notable. To Tony. Maybe 'gone quiet' weren't the proper words, more like 'settled', 'stilled', 'finished'.
There was a buzzing was still, certainly, but it was background noise. Now he could hear his satellites over it, if just faintly. That ache in his bones that had numbed him and made eating a wasted chore dulled. Huddled over his palm in secret, he felt the gold of his underarmor drip hotly across his wrist, choking and running dry like a used up well, but if the buzzing kept clearing that meant the rain would come. Huddled over his palm in secret, Tony's breath was shallow and he sniffed, trying to breathe passed the tightness in his throat.
Through the narrow gaps in the roof of the car, the light of day had flickered and melted from gold to red across the floor and the shoulders of the community of travelers, and eventually gone. The heat of their combined bodies that was oppressive at high noon was so suddenly sucked out of the car with the light, leaving them in frozen darkness. The quiet that fell over them and the steady rattle of the train lulled the boy to sleep, and his breath was warm puffs on Tony's chest, and Tony tried not to shiver. His own eyes closed, counting the beats of his false heart, he kept an arm around Billy-- not so much a boy, the boy, when he was awake anymore, Tony realized, for all his meekness and gentle temperament, not after the strength that had seen him through this so far, a gun in his hands-- but a boy still when he slept, with Tony's fingers skimming an idle wander over his skin, up his arm and under his jaw, smooth and untouched like he never went through anything like this at all. Like his-- like Wanda.
Tony hiccuped, his hand jumping away from Billy for a tense moment, waiting to find if the motion woke him, then carefully settled back on his arm. His eyes squeezed shut, Tony strained for that voice from the constellation, trying to send his own message, trying to reassure himself that they were all okay. The voice hissed away without hearing him.