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mcu1003 separate drabbles for Team Defenders, for the current prompt challenge bulletproof, all rated PG or under.
1.
Title: Party Night
Pairings: Tony Stark & James Rhodes
"you're not bulletproof, tones."
and fuck that, cuz tonight was party night and party night meant alcohol, drugs, and fun, not talk about death and rhodey's eyes big, brown, and sad at him. tony rolled his eyes and rolled off the couch too, while he was at it. ouch. he should buy more comfy shag for his penthouse. why did shag ever even go out of fashion? "did you not take the molly I gave you, honeybear?"
"tony, I mean it."
tony stared at the not-shag. "maybe one day I will be."
rhodey's eyes got sadder. fuck that.
"molly, now!"
Luke ran his hand over Jess' belly again, and she sighed in response against his neck.
"What's eating you?"
He cupped her belly tighter, pulled her closer. "Think our baby'll be like me?"
Jess was quiet. For long enough that he knew she knew what he meant, and Luke loved her for knowing.
"You want them to be?" She asked. No emotions for him to read in her voice, as usual.
Luke squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck, Jess." He didn't know. And didn't that make him a bad father, already?
Baby kicked against his palm.
Luke just held them tighter.
3.
Title: Memory Stain
Characters: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff
Spoilers: Age of Ultron
He wonders if it's normal, to still be seeing his face behind his eyelids.
Maybe it's Wanda, how she seems to haunt every corner he turns around with those same big eyes.
Clint's an assassin, is the thing. Most people would be shocked on their asses if they ever learned his kill-count. Hell, he doesn't even know the proper number himself.
Soot-stained hair, young face, so goddamn young, and those pretty red blood-blooms spreading out over his torso.
This death won't leave. Sticks like a bug trap in his mind.
He thinks it'll be stuck on him 'til his grave.
1.
Title: Party Night
Pairings: Tony Stark & James Rhodes
"you're not bulletproof, tones."
and fuck that, cuz tonight was party night and party night meant alcohol, drugs, and fun, not talk about death and rhodey's eyes big, brown, and sad at him. tony rolled his eyes and rolled off the couch too, while he was at it. ouch. he should buy more comfy shag for his penthouse. why did shag ever even go out of fashion? "did you not take the molly I gave you, honeybear?"
"tony, I mean it."
tony stared at the not-shag. "maybe one day I will be."
rhodey's eyes got sadder. fuck that.
"molly, now!"
2.
Title: Burden Or Blessing
Pairings: Luke Cage/Jessica Jones
Luke ran his hand over Jess' belly again, and she sighed in response against his neck.
"What's eating you?"
He cupped her belly tighter, pulled her closer. "Think our baby'll be like me?"
Jess was quiet. For long enough that he knew she knew what he meant, and Luke loved her for knowing.
"You want them to be?" She asked. No emotions for him to read in her voice, as usual.
Luke squeezed his eyes shut. "Fuck, Jess." He didn't know. And didn't that make him a bad father, already?
Baby kicked against his palm.
Luke just held them tighter.
3.
Title: Memory Stain
Characters: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff
Spoilers: Age of Ultron
He wonders if it's normal, to still be seeing his face behind his eyelids.
Maybe it's Wanda, how she seems to haunt every corner he turns around with those same big eyes.
Clint's an assassin, is the thing. Most people would be shocked on their asses if they ever learned his kill-count. Hell, he doesn't even know the proper number himself.
Soot-stained hair, young face, so goddamn young, and those pretty red blood-blooms spreading out over his torso.
This death won't leave. Sticks like a bug trap in his mind.
He thinks it'll be stuck on him 'til his grave.