ceiling stars, dreaming of mars
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ceiling stars, dreaming of mars by deathsweetqueen
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types
23 May 2019
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Tony Stark touches the strange, glowing cube in his father’s workshop on July 17, 1990, and suddenly, his insides shrink and twist, like snakes writhing, like he’s about to throw up. It’s an awful sort of pain in his stomach, like he’s in pre-heat, and he feels like slicing open his belly and ripping his uterus out, if only to free himself of that pain, like he always does in pre-heat and he’s bleeding out between his legs.
When he opens his eyes, he’s on the cold, hard ground, gravel under his hair, and he’s blinking up at the sun that peeks out over the edge of a building. For paranoia’s sake, he checks between his legs, just to see whether he’s bleeding, because his pre-heat is always such a bitch and it always comes out of nowhere to screw him over.
He’s not, thank God, and he stumbles to his feet, thinking that it must have been some acid trip he was on to make it from his father’s workshop all the way to fucking Brooklyn, judging by the décor and the street signs.
Written for the Winteriron Bingo for the "time travel" square (B1)Series
- Part 1 of Winteriron Bingo 2019
- Part 1 of ceiling stars, dreaming of mars
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last syllable of recorded time by deathsweetqueen
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies)
27 Jul 2019
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The armour falls away, and he steps out. He stomps forward; the rooms goes black, and he kills everyone in his path, until a familiar wave of scent floods his eyes and his nose and his ears and his mouth and his throat, and he almost sobs.
No, no, that’s not, that’s not possible. I don’t.
Bucky removes the muzzle around his nose and mouth (a goddamn fucking muzzle; his heart digs hard into his lungs, whatever’s left of them, at least). His hair is long, when Tony had only seen it short. His eyes are sunken, narrow, gaunt but still the same blue-grey, the same colour of a still sea before a storm. He is a pale, feverish shade of the boy that Tony met in 1938, hollow, like he’s sick, like he’s starving, and for a moment, they just stare at each other.
Written for the Winteriron Bingo 2019 for the "Alpha/Beta/Omega" square (N4).
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- Part 7 of Winteriron Bingo 2019
- Part 2 of ceiling stars, dreaming of mars