#au: lumberjack

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1. Carol/Rhodey

18- Lumberjack

16- Nursed back to health

“I told you we had enough wood,” Rhodey said as he bandaged Carol’s hand by candlelight. “Multiple times. This could have been avoided Carol.”

“It’s fun Jim,” Carol replied, wincing each time Rhodey went over the wound. “How was I supposed to know it’d start raining, and the axe would slip out of my hand?”

“Freak accident, yes,” Rhodey nodded, tieing off the bandage. He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to it. “Better?”

Carol shook her head. “Not a chance. I need a lot more kisses.”

Rhodey raised an eyebrow. “A lot more?”

Carol nodded, pointing at her cheek. “Here.”

Rhodey leant forward, kissing the spot. “I suppose your nose also needs a kiss.”

“Wouldn’t hurt.”

“Your neck?”

“Definitely needs a kiss.”

“Your collarbone?”

“Most assuredly.”

“Your chest?”

“Yes.”

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19- Tony/Loki

18- Lumberjack

11- Humour as a mask

Loki had watched Tony for a long time now, had watched the man wear many masks.

Tony the businessman.

Tony the playboy.

Tony the philanthropist.

Tony the Avenger.

Perhaps Tony’s most well worn mask was his humour. The man used humour like others breathed air.

Hide behind a joke, and you can hide your own pain. If you’re laughing, people don’t look for the cracks.

Perhaps out here, on what Tony referred to as ‘a wilderness holiday’, the true Tony could be seen.

It was only the two of them for miles around, and Tony wasn’t trying to please anyone. He watched the fire burn, face as relaxed as Loki had ever seen it.

Loki leant forward on the couch, running a hand through Tony’s hair. Tony hummed at the touch, and Loki knew that his eyes were closed.

“What’s up Loki?”

“I was about to ask you the very same question.”

Tony turned his head to look up at Loki; Loki kept his hand in Tony’s hair. “Worried about little old me?”

“You are not old.”

“What have I said about comparing our life spans?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I believe there was a tale about how our lifespans are not comparable, and as such I should refrain from mentioning it.”

Tony turned around, sitting up on his knees between Loki’s legs. He leant forward, kissing Loki. “I believe I said, stop.”

Loki hummed against Tony’s lips, moving his hands to Tony’s hips. “Perhaps, I have forgotten in my old age.”

Tony laughed against Loki’s lips, before pressing another kiss there. “I can’t stop you?”

“Unlikely.”

“Oh well,” Tony hummed, moving to Loki’s neck. “Guess I’ll just have to distract you.”

“However will I survive?” Loki laughed breathlessly.

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18- Lumberjack/wedding

Sam looked around the reception hall, smile on his face growing as he saw more. “And people said a lumberjack couldn’t decorate a wedding. Shame on them.”

Steve sighed, shaking his head fondly as he turned around to face Sam. “I’m not a lumberjack Sam.”

“Uh huh, and I don’t have amazing abs,” Sam shrugged as he walked over to Steve, wrapping him in a hug. “Which I do, by the way.”

“Oh, they haven’t escaped my notice,” Steve smiled, kissing Sam as he pulled away. “Seriously though, it looks alright?”

Sam nodded, looking around the room again. “Seriously Steve, I don’t get how you can doubt yourself so much. This is amazing, and they’re going to love it.”

Steve did that thing with his face, the really, me? Thing that Sam had fallen in love with so many years ago.

“You sure?”

“As sure as I am of anything,” Sam held out a hand. “How about we test out that dance floor?”

Steve frowned, taking Sam’s hand and letting him lead them out to the dancefloor. “Don’t think a dancefloor needs testing, Sam.”

Sam shrugged, holding Steve close as the pair swayed to an imaginary tune. “Fine, I wanted an excuse to dance with my amazingly talented husband. Is that so bad?”

Steve shook his head, before resting it on Sam’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “Suppose not. This is pretty nice, isn’t it?”

Sam turned to press a kiss to Steve’s head. “The best.”

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9- Pepper Potts 15- Janet van Dyne 18- Lumberjack 7- Hurt/Comfort

“Who would have thought,” Pepper mused as she wound the bandage around Jan’s wrist. “The thought, fierce Jan van Dyne, brought down by a sprained wrist.”

“Funny,” Jan muttered, rolling her eyes. “You almost done?”

Pepper tied the bandage off, smiling at Jan. “All better now, darling. Have you learnt a lesson about jumping off of the roof?”

Jan pushed lightly at Pepper’s shoulder. “I do it all the time, this is the first time anything’s happened.”

Pepper sighed, moving up on the couch and pulling Jan close to her. “You know I only do this because I care.”

“It’s not going to stop me complaining,” Jan mumbled, burrowing further into Pepper’s side. “You know that.”

Pepper smiled as she pressed a kiss to Jan’s cheek. “Of course.”