16 June 2012 - 10:10 PM
Don't judge me. This is just what happens when I watch the Avengers for the second time, my sister and I fawn over the sexual tension and psychological effects on characters in the movie, and I attend lectures from doctors all day.
Title: Soldier Side
Rating: M for amnesia, sexy times, alcohol, drugs (cigarettes are drugs, yes), homophobia, sexual tensions/harassment, 1930's/40's slang
Pairings: Tony/Steve, Howard/Steve, Clint/Natasha, Thor/Jane
Universe: The Avengers (2012) (after the movie)
Steve Rogers opened his eyes, gazing up at the light bulb above his head. He could hear the propeller of a ceiling fan. He looked with his peripherals to see if it was indeed the same room that he woke up in. No, he could feel beneath him not a mattress, but a metal bed. He saw a table next to him, some syringes filled with a clear fluid on a white towel. Looking around some more, he saw also metal floor cabinets, a sink built into the counter. There were more cabinets above the counter, looking like medicine cabinets.
He looked down at himself and saw a needle in his arm, leading up to an IV. There was also a door in the direction of his feet.
It opened, allowing someone to walk in. He looked rather familiar. The man had dark hair, a moustache and beard. He wore a black suit and diagonally-striped tie over a white dress shirt. He looked rather tired, as though he worked constantly, but had energy and charisma to keep a sense of awakeness about him.
"...Who..."
The intruding man smiled and chuckled. "Look who decided to wake up from his long nap! How are you feeling, Cap?"
Steve sat up, deciding to trust the man as he wasn't lying to him so outrightly. He looked down at himself and saw that he was not wearing a shirt, though he sighed softly at the realisation that he had pants and trousers on. Bandages were wrapped around his torso from beneath his pectorals to his hips. Some reddish brown stained them, but there was not much, and there was no pain.
"Fine, I guess..."
The man in the suit looked strangely over at him from where he decided to perch himself rather unprofessionally on the steel counter.
"Captain, are you okay?" Steve blinked.
"... How do you know who I am?"
The man looked insulted... saddened, almost.
"You're joking right?" he chuckled. "I know the accident was bad, but-"
"What accident?" he asked, a bit frightened now. He was in an accident? Is that why he appeared to be in an operation room?
The suited man stood up off of the counter. He came closer and Steve recognized his face.
"Stark?"
He sighed. "God damn it, we're on last name basis again?" He saw the captain's eyes narrow.
"Sorry, sorry. I forget you take 'His' name so seriously."
Steve blinked. "Mr. Stark, what's going on?"
Stark blinked at him. "What's my first name, Steve?"
Steve sighed. "Howard, this isn't funny at all."
Stark's eyes grew incredibly dark. "What?"
"It isn't. I have no idea why I'm here and you just-" A hand gripped at the Brooklyn man's shirt.
"I'm not my father. You got that?"
Steve saw the difference now. This man had darker, more tanned skin, and appeared far more disheveled than Howard would have ever been, considering how fine and primly dressed the man looked, even when they were in Europe, fighting...
"You're Howard Stark's son?"
Mr. Stark sighed and held out his hand.
"Tony Stark. Nice to see that you finally get the reality check, Rogers."
End Chapter 1
