Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-12-03 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: avengers, z: om1: character: steve rogers, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: new york |
Restitution
Characters: O Captain! My Captain! ...and Tony.
Setting: That hour in the morning that is all weird and surreal, Steve's place, NYC
Content: Less explosions than usual.
Summary: Tony has a key now. He doesn't need to break in anymore. So it's okay.
There was a perfect chill and the perfect light well before the sun peaked over the horizon, when the moon was low in the sky, rushed out by the deep, dark blue of the coming day, to give all of the stillness in the city a halo; a glowing layer of mist, sitting where the dew would within the hour over the grass in Central Park, thickest like a blanket over the East River. It could be breathed, crisp and clean and feeling like the frost it would become in the next weeks in your nose. It edged around windows and cushioned the late dawn with a feathery grey patience.
It coated the Audi that sat innocuously in front of the scrubbed brick converted warehouse, like a million others in the city, most just as dark and asleep as this one. In the hall, the mail had been stacked neatly on the table, neurotically neatly, pointedly neatly, with keys tossed carelessly beside them on top of yesterday's untouched newspaper. At the top, a headline inviting the reader to turn to A6 read Clean up: The cost, the hours, and the community, and another, Long Live the Avengers.
The kitchen was cold, untouched, the dust showing on the table's wooden surface, the tiles biting to bare toes, and in the living room a pillow had been knocked to the floor and left to brave to cold. The only warmth here was in the bedroom, tucked securely under the quilt and the blanket that should have been draped over the back of the couch, wrapped around a pillow that had smelled stale, like in a rarely-used guest bedroom. A lot less was left unmolested in this room; the dust had yet to settle again from Tony's rummaging that left him in a t-shirt that was too big, with a towel lingering damp in the middle of the floor and a heap of bandages on the bureau.
It was much colder in Tony's house.