Steven Rogers (flagonmyhead) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2013-01-20 11:32:00 |
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Current mood: | lonely |
A Homesick Message (anyone welcome)
"...and that's about the size of it. I'm doing OK here, but while we can get messages through, we can't go home. Not that there's much to go back home to, besides you."
Steve Rogers looks apologetically at the goateed man in the dimensional window. The other man's expression is cocky and nonchalant as ever, a smirk twisting the corner of his lips.
"You're not missing much, Capsicle, believe me."
"Tony...we've been over this." Steve tries to keep the bitterness from creeping into his voice. "Bucky's Captain America now. I'm not. Not anymore."
"Says you. You'll always be the original model to me. Which is actually kind of amazing of me to admit, considering how much I like 'new and improved' as a rule..."
"Tony..."
"Sorry, just telling it like it is. Anyway, don't worry about us. The team's getting by, and I'm trying my best to buy us out from under SHIELD's thumb, make the team totally self-sufficient." He grins nastily. "If that fails, Vision and I can always just virus the Helicarrier out of the sky somewhere over the North Atlantic..."
"Don't you dare!" Steve says, his mouth open in shock. "Director Hill may be a horrible woman, but she and her people don't deserve to die just because they...!"
"Sure they do," his lover replies blithely, his grin unbroken. "But don't worry. I was kidding; I know how much you don't like the whole 'mass murder' thing, so they're safe from that. I may still hit their comm systems and spy-eyes so that anyone who tries to access them ends up in a never-ending game of Galaga, though. The irony's just too good to pass up."
Steve chuckles despite himself. "That, I like." He puts a hand up to the dimension screen, which Steve places his hand over in turn. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, Glory Boy," Tony says, in an uncharacteristic display of sincerity. "Not having you here, well...it's almost been an enforced celibacy period."
"Tony, we talked about that," Steve says. "You know I'd want you to be taken care of if I can't be there...it's why we kept the relationship open in the first place."
"I know, I know...but seriously Steve, I'm having a hard time going off with some other piece of man-candy...or woman-candy for that matter...knowing you're over there, dimensions away, while I can't do a thing for you."
"Would it help," the super-soldier responds with a blush, "if I told you that I have?"
Tony blinks in surprise. Steve waits for the hurt, the resentment, that he's sure would come. After all, he's supposed to be the old-fashioned one while Tony is the "sexual progressive" (though he'd refer to himself as a manslut, no matter how much Steve insists that he not).
Instead, the inventor's eyes light up with...curiosity? "Well, hot damn. The Capsicle's embracing his inner manslut after all. So who's the lucky fella?" he asks, smirking.
"...Thor." Steve mumbles, and Tony's eyes go wide. "He's not our Thor, not really...he's more open, warmer, friendlier...he heard my sob story, and now he wants me to be his Shield-Brother."
Tony chuckles. "Shield-Brother huh? Well, I've heard weirder euphemisms." His face softens, and his smile becomes genuine. "You know, that does help. I'm glad you've found a buddy. It's a load off my mind."
"I still love you, Tony," Steve says, his heart in his eyes and a lump in his throat.
"And I love you right back," replies the philanthropist. "But that hasn't stopped me from slutting it up, and it shouldn't stop you either. So go have fun. Be your awesome self in that new dimension. I'll sleep easier knowing you're OK."
"Just as long as you stop sleeping alone just because I'm not there," Steve replies, and Tony seems to mull it over.
"Well, Clint has been giving me some extra-long looks lately..."
Steve laughs aloud, and it feels good. Then static clouds Tony's face for a while, and the bearded man's fingers fly over the keyboard. "CRAP! Crap crap crap...Steve, I can't hold the connection! The window's closing on my end!"
"It's OK, Tony!" Steve says, as clearly as he can. "You'll find it again! I know you will!"
"Los...resolution! Audio...termittent! Steve, I...'t know whe...'ll be able to talk again!" The image dissolves into the prismatic static that is the aperture's default state when not focused on a specific dimension, and Steve pounds his fist against the window in frustration. "Get...ssage back...when I can!" I love y..."
Then, hissing, and silence. Steve presses his palms against the surface, as if he could somehow will his lover back onto the screen.
"...I love you too, Tony."
Then he reaches down, and hits the OFF switch, feeling the emptiness of the tech lab fill him up.