tsukinofaerii | Nano: Free day! (Reply)

I won! I finished my fic, published it, and now Marvel has been so impressed that they are immediately printing an arc where Steve and Tony start dating—

Wait.

Wrong universe.

Today, I got to sleep in. That was nice. :D I really don't have much to report tonight, TBH. I'm sleepy, it is late, and today was just a nice and peaceful day. I would like more like it. Word count was 35,175, so I wrote 4,057. That's three different dailies!

"Look— Steve, look." Tony swung a knee over Steve's legs. He leaned forward, blue eyes sharp. "The Helicarrier is still a wreck. It's only been a day. And that's the only place short of France with half a hope of keeping you contained." Steve shook his head, but Tony pressed on. "Yes. We've gone through this before, remember? And meanwhile, you're so weak Jan can restrain you. The only reason you were able to wreck the room was because Pepper didn't try to hold you down. You'll be fine."

"It's too much of a risk," Steve insisted. His arms started to tremble from the strain of keeping him upright. He leaned forward, resting his too-warm forehead against Tony's cold shoulder. "I'm dangerous."

"So are we all." Tony smoothed back his hair, petting it. It was like having icicles run along his scalp. He groaned, leaning into the touch. "Come on, Steve. If I went crazy, I could have half the team as a snack before anyone knew anything was wrong, and we all know I'm a much higher risk than you are. You just tried to get Pepper to stop yelling at you. And I'd rather have you here than in a lockup in Paris."

"Out closing down the bars, Stark?" Steve leaned against the door to the guest room as he watched Tony struggle to unclip his bowtie. He was too drunk to realize it wasn't a clip-on. "And you think you're a hero? God, how do you look at yourself in the morning?"

"Through bloodshot eyes in the mirror, my man." Tony finally figured out what was wrong. The strip of black silk came undone under his white-gloved fingers, and was left to dangle around his neck. The pale cream walls of the hallway made the sharp black and white penguin suit look even more dramatic as Tony leaned back against it, toying with the buttons on his shirt. "And for your information, it wasn't a bar. It was an event. The difference is that the strippers get better tips at a bar. I barely made back gas money."

Pepper slowed as she came close, and the girl straightened. There was no sign that she was at all different than anyone else that might be in the Park, but Pepper's thumb hovered over the trigger for her bracelet anyway. She stayed just outside the circle of light, for all the good it did.

Nothing happened for several second. Two more people stepped out from behind trees, one on either side. The sound of twigs snapping announced more coming up behind her.

"Ms. Potts," she said with a heavy French accent. "I'm Amelia. Lady Celicia thought you might be looking for us."