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"a higher form of war" by gdgdbaby (Explicit)
Fandom: The Avengers (movieverse)
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Length: 8230 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gdgdbaby
Author Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: Everyone on the Helicarrier ends up playing a cutthroat game of paintball, a la Community's "Modern Warfare," starring Tony in the Jeff Winger role, action movie references and all. Do you need another reason to read this? (Answer: no.)
The first thing that occurs to Tony is that the deflector shields are down. The ship is motionless, a sitting duck—a flying duck, as it were.
He jettisons up. His black pirate flag's peppered with bits of neon paint—in fact, the entire topside of the helicarrier is splattered haphazardly with broken pellets and streaks of color. The UN flag's been torn in half and is fluttering half-mast, which means they're probably breaking about ten different maritime laws.
Tony's about to drop down onto the deck when, what the hell, some moron with a fucking paint bazooka starts firing wildly at him.
It turns out to be Galaga guy, whose name is George. "Whoa, Trigger-Happy," Tony says, dodging the paint, and flips his mask up. "What's going on?"
Galaga George laughs, a tinge of hysterical in it. "You know what's going on. You heard Director Fury!"
"Sorry, did I miss something? I thought this was just a paintball game."
George finally runs out of ammo and tosses the weapon aside. Tony lands cautiously, clunking forward. "Just a paintball game?" He cackles again. "This is so much more than a paintball game, Mr. Stark. This is a battle—last agent standing gets the prize."
"I'm honestly not that interested in the prize," Tony says, trying for placating and ending up somewhere around the vicinity of condescending. Pepper keeps telling him he should work on that. "Look, I just want to see my friends and then maybe make it back to New York City in time to grab dinner before all the restaurants close. I'm not playing the game. Avengers Tower was kind of demolished, see, and as the guy whose name is on the lease, I also need to—"
"What are you talking about?" George whips another paintball gun out from behind his back. Oh, Christ. "Everyone's playing the game," he says, target locked and acquired, and then—
Two bullets hit him on the chest, right over his heart. George is out for the count. Tony's safe; the crowd goes wild. He falls back onto the deck, eyes glassy. Tony turns and sees a flash of red hair. Natasha.
"Mr. Stark."
"Agent Romanova."
She raises her eyebrows, scanning him, before reaching down and picking the fallen gun up. She tosses it to him. "Come with me if you don't want to get paint on that suit."
And really, with that kind of proposition, how is he supposed to resist?
a higher form of war
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Length: 8230 words
Author on LJ:
gdgdbabyAuthor Website: Tumblr
Why this must be read: Everyone on the Helicarrier ends up playing a cutthroat game of paintball, a la Community's "Modern Warfare," starring Tony in the Jeff Winger role, action movie references and all. Do you need another reason to read this? (Answer: no.)
The first thing that occurs to Tony is that the deflector shields are down. The ship is motionless, a sitting duck—a flying duck, as it were.
He jettisons up. His black pirate flag's peppered with bits of neon paint—in fact, the entire topside of the helicarrier is splattered haphazardly with broken pellets and streaks of color. The UN flag's been torn in half and is fluttering half-mast, which means they're probably breaking about ten different maritime laws.
Tony's about to drop down onto the deck when, what the hell, some moron with a fucking paint bazooka starts firing wildly at him.
It turns out to be Galaga guy, whose name is George. "Whoa, Trigger-Happy," Tony says, dodging the paint, and flips his mask up. "What's going on?"
Galaga George laughs, a tinge of hysterical in it. "You know what's going on. You heard Director Fury!"
"Sorry, did I miss something? I thought this was just a paintball game."
George finally runs out of ammo and tosses the weapon aside. Tony lands cautiously, clunking forward. "Just a paintball game?" He cackles again. "This is so much more than a paintball game, Mr. Stark. This is a battle—last agent standing gets the prize."
"I'm honestly not that interested in the prize," Tony says, trying for placating and ending up somewhere around the vicinity of condescending. Pepper keeps telling him he should work on that. "Look, I just want to see my friends and then maybe make it back to New York City in time to grab dinner before all the restaurants close. I'm not playing the game. Avengers Tower was kind of demolished, see, and as the guy whose name is on the lease, I also need to—"
"What are you talking about?" George whips another paintball gun out from behind his back. Oh, Christ. "Everyone's playing the game," he says, target locked and acquired, and then—
Two bullets hit him on the chest, right over his heart. George is out for the count. Tony's safe; the crowd goes wild. He falls back onto the deck, eyes glassy. Tony turns and sees a flash of red hair. Natasha.
"Mr. Stark."
"Agent Romanova."
She raises her eyebrows, scanning him, before reaching down and picking the fallen gun up. She tosses it to him. "Come with me if you don't want to get paint on that suit."
And really, with that kind of proposition, how is he supposed to resist?
a higher form of war