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Entry tags:
Twenty Twelve by sheafrotherdon (PG)
Fandom: MARVEL COMICS (AVENGERS MOVIEVERSE)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Length: 890 words
Author on LJ:
sheafrotherdon
Author Website: AO3 Profile
Why this must be read:
Tony Stark is an extremely complicated character. He has an undeniably strong will and yet is broken in numerous ways both subtle and not. Instead of painting him in broad strokes that highlight his narcissism and rudeness, this fic touches on his pain and shows how he cares for Steve.
Both Steve and Tony have gone through a lot in their lives and this fic is a snapshot, showing their quiet struggle with PTSD as a result. Tony is there for Steve as he adjusts to a new era and we get a glimpse of how he had to deal with his own trauma with only JARVIS to support him. This fic is short but leaves you aching.
An Excerpt:
There were dreams – he remembers those, thick and vivid and so real that with his eyes wide open he could see the cave when he looked at the drapes. He remembers the taste of it, the choking, white-hot, sweat-chilled confusion of waking up unanchored, the metallic shape of the words in his mouth before he spoke them.
Jarvis? Jarvis, are you –
I'm here, sir.
Twenty Twelve
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Length: 890 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: AO3 Profile
Why this must be read:
Tony Stark is an extremely complicated character. He has an undeniably strong will and yet is broken in numerous ways both subtle and not. Instead of painting him in broad strokes that highlight his narcissism and rudeness, this fic touches on his pain and shows how he cares for Steve.
Both Steve and Tony have gone through a lot in their lives and this fic is a snapshot, showing their quiet struggle with PTSD as a result. Tony is there for Steve as he adjusts to a new era and we get a glimpse of how he had to deal with his own trauma with only JARVIS to support him. This fic is short but leaves you aching.
An Excerpt:
There were dreams – he remembers those, thick and vivid and so real that with his eyes wide open he could see the cave when he looked at the drapes. He remembers the taste of it, the choking, white-hot, sweat-chilled confusion of waking up unanchored, the metallic shape of the words in his mouth before he spoke them.
Jarvis? Jarvis, are you –
I'm here, sir.
Twenty Twelve
