Dies Lunae: Things that almost happened
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Today's theme is "Things that almost happened but didn't". There a loads of moments in a persons life when the stop and look back and think of the choice they didn't make. And sometimes just for a second they imagine what could have happened.
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firefox1490 and I'm back for my second round of guest hosting here at comment_fic. Hope you enjoy my visit.Today's theme is "Things that almost happened but didn't". There a loads of moments in a persons life when the stop and look back and think of the choice they didn't make. And sometimes just for a second they imagine what could have happened.
Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.
To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:
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Suits; Mike ; He never met Trevor Evans that day in middle school.
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Date: 2012-08-27 06:35 am (UTC)1/2 Fill, The Five Stages of Living with Tony Stark, And Grief
Date: 2012-08-28 09:04 pm (UTC)I: Denial
Tony lands on the ground with a quiet crunch. He flips up his helmet with his free hand; Bruce had argued against a manual catch on the suit, but Tony had said that sometimes safety needed to be sacrificed for style. Bruce admits to himself that the gesture does have a certain flair.
Tony catches his eye and smirks. If ever there were a person who could invent a mind-reading device, thinks Bruce, it would be Tony.
There are two other people in the exclusion zone, though, and Tony has work to do.
"Natasha has your child," Tony tells them. "She's bringing him down right now. He's fine, but he wants his moms."
The kid's mothers thank him profusely, but Tony doesn't accept praise the way Bruce had always thought he would. Instead Tony grimaces, and shakes his head, and laughs.
"I have a reputation to maintain," he says.
Bruce feels like shaking him. Iron Man is a brand, Tony says. Iron Man is the facet that every businessman has to have - the glittering, artificial surface that kisses babies and visits cancer wards and gives people money to save the orangutans. Iron Man, Tony says, is no more a reflection of who he is than The Hulk is of Bruce.
That's where Tony's wrong. Bruce can feel the other guy under his skin, especially now. Especially as Tony shrugs off compliments that he doesn't believe he deserves. Especially as Tony launches himself into the sky and returns to Stark Tower without so much as a farewell.
Tony will be divesting himself of his suit as quickly as he can. Tony will be ridding himself of what he believes to be a mask, the good person he's pretending to be, and it makes Bruce want to scream.
Bruce digs his nails into his palms, and thinks that maybe Tony isn't the only one who's becoming unusually perceptive lately.
Bruce begins the long walk back to Stark Tower, every footstep a quiet crunch upon the ground.
II: Anger
Tony has burnt the toast. Again.
Tony is reading his newspaper at the table. Again.
Pepper is away on business. Again.
There is something rotten in the state of Stark, and Bruce can't do anything about it. Tony deflects. Tony retorts. Tony pushes and prods and does everything possible to turn the assault back on Bruce, which isn't fair. Tony can carry on an argument without worrying that in the next few seconds he's going to kill everyone in the room.
"Feel statements, Banner," says Tony from behind his newspaper. "Talk it out."
"I feel--"
Angry, thinks Bruce. Frustrated. Fucking pissed off.
"I feel powerless," says Bruce.
Tony throws a piece of toast at him, and, despite the fact that Stark Towers has been growing greener by the day, Bruce smiles.
"Get empowered," Tony says. "Wear a miniskirt. Write a blog. Jerk off."
"I already do all those things," says Bruce.
Tony laughs, and puts down the paper.
III: Bargaining
Even before Pepper left, Tony burned toast.
"I'm living here rent-free," says Bruce, hearing the footsteps. "I might as well earn my keep."
Bruce has always had good hearing, but since the other guy showed up it's become very finely-tuned. The other guy doesn't take too kindly to surprises. He must have been distracted by the omelette, though, because Tony taps his shoulder and Bruce nearly jumps out of his skin and into another.
"We should do dinner," says Tony.
"We do dinner every night."
Tony's moved closer still. Bruce feels it in the same way as he feels his muscles bunching under his shirt, and each is as dangerous as the other.
"Proper dinner," says Tony. "Waiters. Candles. Cutlery."
Bruce wants to say no, but no means an argument, and an argument means anger.
"Perhaps," he says.
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Date: 2012-08-27 07:31 am (UTC)where we are (or where we're headed to) [winchesters)
Date: 2012-09-18 03:42 am (UTC)Sam looks up at his dad, eyebrows drawn together, confused. "Okay?" he asks.
"You can go." John isn't looking Sam in the eye; he can't. He won't.
He's been thinking for a long time, too long, about everything that could go wrong, of everything that won't be right if he lets Sam run off to college, leave his family, the safety of being within reach. He's thought, and thought, and had nightmares a-plenty, but in the end... He knows his boys, and if Sam says he wants to go to college, that's where he's going to go. Doesn't matter what John says.
So, being a father, and having already lost Mary, and Dean in too many ways than he cares to describe, John nods his head when Sam answers with stunned silence.
"You can go. But Dean's going with you."
"He is?" - "What?" Deans jaw's dropped, and Sam looks pretty near the same as his brother, only, a little bit more excited underneath it all. Dean looks... terrified. Then reluctance settles in on both their faces and John clenches his jaw.
"Now listen, here," They both do, they can't not-listen at this point. "You're going together if you're going at all and you're gonna look out for each other and if I hear one damn complaint about it, neither of you are going anywhere, understood?"
Sam nods his head slowly. Dean's still looking at his dad as if he's grown an extra head, but John turns away and walks out. Sam would like to be defiant, would like to yell out that he's not a little kid, that he doesn't need Dean following him around, carrying his goddamned books, but frankly...
This is a fucking miracle. So for once, he keeps his mouth shut. Then, everything entailed in Dean going to college (whether he actually takes classes or just rooms somewhere nearby campus with Sam) comes to mind, and Sam turns the most heinous smirk on his brother.
"You ...Bitch!" Dean finally says, and Sam starts laughing. And doesn't really stop until the first month of the fall semester passes.
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Date: 2012-08-27 11:31 am (UTC)1. “Hey, Steve, I’m going through my canteens like crazy. You think you could share some of your water?” Bucky asked. Their unit was on a 4- day covert hike in the Alps, and they each carried a rack of canteens hooked below their backpack so they wouldn’t have to risk being discovered looking for water.
“Yeah, of course,” Steve said without hesitation.
“You think maybe I could keep some of your canteens on me? Case I need them?”
“Sure,” Steve answered and took his pack off to hand Bucky some.
“Thanks, buddy,” Bucky said, with a little smile and a nod, and started transferring the canteens. Steve gave him half of his own but then Bucky reached for more, taking three fourths of the canteens and placing them on his own pack. Steve was a little taken aback but he reminded himself that Bucky wouldn’t ask if he didn’t really need that much.
“You think you can spare some of your food, buddy?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Bucky took half of Steve’s canned food and put it on his own pack. Steve didn’t mind. He didn’t eat as much as Bucky anyway.
They continued their hike the rest of the day, and Steve tried not to drink too much water so he wouldn’t run out. But when one of his canteens went empty, Bucky handed back one of the ones he took and said, “I guess I took too many, why don’t you take one back.”
Later, when it was time for dinner, before Steve could retrieve a can from his store, Bucky had already opened two cans and handed one to him. It was rations and they were cold (fires attract eyes), but after hiking all day it was good to eat anything.
At night, they settled in two-man tents, covering their tents in leaves to stay warm and hidden. As they huddled to keep warm, Bucky tried to regale Steve with a story of a lady he met at a dancehall. Steve turned the other way and ignored him.
“Steve?”
“Steve?” he repeated.
“Come on, man, what’s wrong?”
Steve turned back around, eyes hostile.
“I can carry my own pack,” he said, sharpness in the cold air.
Even in the darkness, Steve could see Bucky grimace.
“I don’t need you to do things for me,” Steve said. True, Bucky’s scheme had given him 20 pounds less to carry, had made hiking the steep hills easier. There wasn’t a repeat of the day before, when the unit had to stop because he had an asthma attack (that Bucky told everyone was an unusual form of battle fatigue).
But Steve needed Bucky to believe in him a hell of a lot more than he needed his friend to play pack mule.
Once, right before they found a way to trick the army doctors, Bucky had said that he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to hide his health problems so he could enlist. It was first time Steve had spoken to him in deep, unrepentant anger, and even though Bucky apologized, there was still something a little brittle between them.
Bucky sighed. “Come on, man.” He didn’t deny it. No point insulting Steve’s intelligence on top of everything.
“Tomorrow we put the packs the way they were,” Steve insisted.
Bucky paused.
“Or else I’ll refuse to take back any of the water and food you took.”
Bucky said, “You know that’s blackmail, right?”
“Too bad.”
Bucky let out a laugh. But he knew that Steve would stand by his words. Even his annoying, stubborn, overly proud words.
“Fine,” he said eventually, reluctantly, and Steve visibly relaxed. For all Steve’s good qualities, Bucky thought it was kind of infuriating the way Steve, somehow, always managed to get his way. With Bucky, and even with the US Army.
Still, it was hard to stay mad when he could see Steve flash him his smile, a bright curve in the darkness, when he could feel Steve’s body moving closer for warmth.
“Okay, so tell me about this dancehall,” Steve said, and just like that, it was like any other night.
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Date: 2012-08-28 02:15 pm (UTC)"The race," is the gorgeous woman's reply.
"A fan of fast cars huh?" Tony asks with a grin.
The woman gives a hum of agreement. "Yes, but my favourite part is watching those same cars crash and ignite in a blaze of glorious destruction."
The light in her startlingly green eyes is unholy, indecent even. Tony realises then that this is a very dangerous woman, a woman who is not entirely stable, and leans in closer to her. "I'm Tony Stark. I make weapons, some of them capable of mass destruction."
The woman's fascination suddenly mirrors his own. "Mass destruction you say?" she murmurs, low and smokey and just the sort of tone Tony likes to hear in the bedroom.
"I'm also great between the sheets," he says with an obvious smirk.
"So forward," the woman comments in a manner suggesting she approves.
"I'm all about seizing the day and it's not often I get to meet a woman as stunning as you with a penchant for watching things burn."
"I assure you Mr Stark, there are no other women like me."
"All the more reason for me to snap you up right away then."
Before Tony can ask her back to his hotel room Obie appears and slings an arm around Tony's shoulder. "Excuse me Miss but I need to borrow Tony for a minute."
The woman hides her disappointment well as she murmurs a gracious, "Of course."
Tony is instantly dragged towards the suits so that Obie can show him off or network or do something else that is far less interesting than talking with the nameless beauty. By the time Obie is willing to release him the woman is long gone. Tony is disappointed and wishes he had snuck away from Obie. He decides to relieve himself of the feeling with more champaign and the company of a buxom but dull brunette. He can't help but wonder if he's missed his chance forever of getting to know the mysterious beauty in both the biblical and the socially acceptable sense of the phrase.
A little over ten years later Tony is back in Monaco to watch the race. He's alone in the bathroom when he hears the door open and high heels clicking against the tiled floor. He's about to make some smart-mouth comment about getting lost and gender confusion when two well manicured hands grasp his hips. Tony tenses and checks he is wearing the Mark VII bracelets. Then a sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Long time no see Mr Stark."
Slowly, Tony turns. He is shocked to see a familiar face that has not aged in the least.
The mysterious woman's smile is as dangerous as ever. "Still interested in seeing me between the sheets?"
There are alarms blaring in his mind, but Tony has never paid much attention to those. "How about we start with a drink somewhere where my dick isn't on show?"
The woman laughs and Tony can't help but think he's missed the joke.
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