A/N: A sudden and rare burst of inspiration made me want to do the 100 Themes Challenge. Because I know I'd never have the motivation for doing all 100 themes, I scrolled and selected 10 at random. I might add more if inspiration strikes again, but for now it will just be 10 stories. You can find the list by just Googleing "100 Themes Challenge".
These fics will be team-centric. No pairings, but strong bromance and family themes because I luv ^^
Also, my muse tells me to put random quotes at the beginning of each chapter. So I will.
Hope you like
DISCLAIMER: I shouldn't even have to tell you people that I don't own the Avengers. If I did, all of its fanfiction would be cannon.
Theme: Heart Song
Characters: Tony, Steve
Warnings: None
"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever; the goal is to create something that will." –Chuck Palahniuk
Steve strode down one of the many hallways of Stark Tower, AKA the Avengers Tower, with a barely noticeable limp in search of one particular genius playboy.
It was the morning after a very difficult mission that involved aliens, bombs, a few collapsed buildings, and two hostage situations. Naturally, they were all a little tired (i.e. when Fury mentioned coming in for a meeting, Clint reached for his bow, Natasha death-glared, Tony flipped the Director off, and Bruce was just five heartbeats shy of Hulking-out…again).
Their normal post-battle dinner night was put off by unspoken agreement as the entire team was ready to collapse by the time they made it home. Now it was the following morning and any Avenger not unconscious or temporarily crippled was obligated to come to a post-battle breakfast.
Steve continued down the ridiculously long hallway when he heard the faint strains of music; curious, he followed the sound until he reached Stark's bedroom.
He paused at the door, hearing the strains of what sounded like violin music through the wood. He knocked on the door softly. Receiving no answer, Steve slowly opened the door. "Stark, it's time for…" He trailed off to a stop at the sight before him.
Tony Stark stood in the center of his room, back to the door, and playing a beautiful black violin. Sunlight streamed through the windows he was facing, casting rays on the stained wood of the instrument and glinted off of the bandages that covered Tony's neck and arms.
Tony hadn't heard Steve enter and continued to play, unaware that he now had an audience.
Captain America leaned against the door frame, awestruck. He didn't recognize the song the other man was playing, but he didn't have to. The melody was neither sad nor happy. In fact, Steve would almost say it was melancholy, hopeful, and nostalgic. It was beautiful and…strangely fitting.
'I didn't know he could play. Seven months we've all been living under the same roof, yet we still know nothing about each other', Steve thought with slight sadness. He was brought from his musings by Tony coaxing a clear, high pitched note from the instrument.
Steve turned and left, closing the door silently behind him and heading back down the hall. As the sounds of the violin faded, Steve smiled. His team – no, his family - never ceased to surprise him.
A/N: It's pretty short. Most of the others will be longer
Please let me know what you thought and if I should continue ^^
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