Birds of A Feather: Morning Flight
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Tony tries to tell Sam how to fly. You guess that went well.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Ever since Sam met Steve, he has been through a lot of crazy ass stuff. He could probably about 90% of it too. Steve is like that.
This…. falls into that category as well. Sitting here and listening to Tony Stark telling him that he couldn't fly and his wings were accident waiting to happen.
He took those as fighting words of course.
He is able to talk smack right back.
Can't fly? Bullshit. He may not have a rocket strapped to his back but that there was a lot more to it. There is air flow, body movement, and hell a lot of variables that he had to keep in mind every time he put on those wings. No one really got that. But at least, he doesn't have a piece of metal wrap around him and boosters out of his hands and feet that made him look like a flying squirrel.
As you can imagine…Tony took that response really well.
Then Ton explain the reasons why he wasn't a flying squirrel in details and diagrams.
It was kind of funny but gave him a moment to watch Tony.
He came to some conclusions while watching the man. That man was full of contradictions. He wanted people around but he doesn't. He was pretty sure that he wanted to be reassure it about his actions. All of the money in the world can buy stuff and token friends. But money can't buy you true friends. He valued them a hell of a lot more. Of course, he won't say that out loud.
The words of his voice speak of belittlement but his tone of trying to get people to understand.
He was pretty sure that Tony realize it.
"So, fly boy, you are going to need a new set of wings." Tony said as he lifted his head from the tractor.
"Probably but not now."
Tony nearly dropped his hammer on the ground.
"What?"
"Probably but not now." He said again.
Tony looked at him like he was crazy.
"I am not going to wear something that you half assed."
"They aren't half-assed as you put it. I have been working on them for years….off and on."
He shook his head. He thought for a moment to make Tony understand. He glanced up at the ceiling. Clint was sitting on one of the many beams across the ceiling of the barn. Clint winked at him.
He learned not to ask.
"You remember when you were stuck in the desert and testing your suit. For my wings, it was the same thing. I was there for every prototype. Got a lot of bruises…broke a few ribs. Nearly die a few times. So, when you said that you have "half-assed" it. My answer is hell no. I am not touching it until I see it for myself. And test it for myself."
Tony smiled a little bit and pointed the hammer toward him.
"Good point, Wilson. My next question…how are you going to do it?"
"Just like Cap but slower and with some common sense."
Clint laughed.
"Don't worry, Tony. I got his back," Clint said from his spot.
Tony looked up and made a face.
"Oh, goody."
Behind his back, he heard someone coughing. He turned around to see Nick Fury behind him.
"Now that is settled. Ready to get to work, gentlemen?"
End of Morning Flight
Next Chapter: Divide