#capimanniversarybingo

[silverink58]

when peter wanted to be the one who “rescued” the cat from a tree

prompt fill for my MCU stony bingo “superfamily” 

[festiveferret]

The Box (Steve/Tony)

(For @sirsapling) (Read it on ao3)

They're sitting at the table eating breakfast when Tony sets the matte black ring box between them and grins at it like it's a triumph.

The world slows down, the way it does when Steve has to make a quick decision in battle, and he stares at this new test of his brilliant mind and tries to make sense of it. Tony just waits, smiling, until Steve finally gasps out, "You're kidding."

Tony splits into a beautiful grin and starts laughing, that full, deep, true laugh that means it's not just funny, he's happy too. And Steve is so happy, and he greedily wants more of that laugh, enough to fill him up and make his nerves sing, never so alive. So he looks back at the box and then Tony and says, "You're kidding!" again, almost accusatory this time.

Tony has this cheeky, dancing light in his eyes, warm and vivid but not sharp-edged like the morning rays that stab through the windows. He's laughing even when he stops and god, Steve loves this man so much.

"I bet there's not even a ring in there," Steve says tartly, and he reaches out to grab the box. But Tony gets there first, snatching it off the table and spinning up out of his seat. Steve grins; if this is the game they're playing, he plays to win.

Steve rockets out of his chair and catches Tony halfway across the living room rug with an arm around his waist. He goes to scoop him up, but Tony must be paying more attention in training than it seems like he is, because he braces his weight on his foot, ducks under Steve's arm, and twists, bringing them both to the floor. In a graceful, and startlingly Natasha-like, maneuver, Tony manages to drop Steve to his back on the rug with Tony on top, straddling his hips.

They're both laughing now, almost at the end of their breath so it comes out gasping and broken in little skips and starts. Steve settles a hand on each of Tony's thighs and squeezes. There's energy built up inside him that he can't seem to get out any other way.

Miraculously, Tony’s still holding the black box, and once Steve has made it clear he's given in, Tony sets the box on the centre of Steve's chest, right over his heart. Steve props himself up on his elbow so he can watch as Tony grips the lid and levers the box open. He turns it to face Steve, then sits back on Steve's thighs, watching.

The ring is three tones, three bands of metal layered together. It's heavy and masculine without being clunky, the edges ever so slightly squared off. The bottom band is jet black, almost impossibly black, and perfectly smooth. The upper band is charcoal grey with lines of lighter grey streaked through it. Even the small movement of Steve's breathing shifts the box enough that he can see the depth of the changes in tone as it catches the light. It's a thousand slightly different shades, maybe never the same one twice. The middle band is gold, but Steve recognizes the unique sheen of Iron Man's gold-titanium alloy. He wonders if the whole thing is made out of it, or if Tony has somehow convinced three different metals to work together, bond, and form something stronger than any one of them alone.

Steve knows Tony, and he knows the ring will have a story, a long one, why he designed it the way he did, the options he considered and discarded, what each section means to him. But right now there's only one thing Steve wants to hear Tony say.

"Marry me." It's soft and a little shaky, and it's so terrifyingly, viscerally right to hear Tony say it, that for a moment - probably a painfully long one for Tony - Steve just breathes the words in and settles them inside his chest.

He never thought he'd get to have this. Sick and broken, doomed to die young, and then the war and then the plane and then waking up in a world where what he wanted never seemed to mesh quite right with what he was offered. Until he found Tony. He used to think about being someone's husband. How nice that would be. He lay in his twin bed in his mom's rundown apartment in Brooklyn, waiting up too late, partially because he wanted to hear her come home from her night shift and partially because it was so hot that even with the window open, he couldn't sleep for the humid heavy weight that squatted on his chest.

And he'd think about being someone's other half, making twice the eggs in the morning, splitting the paper over coffee, coming home to offer a space at his side to curl into, warm and safe. He'd thought about that, but he'd never thought about what it would mean to have someone be his, in return. And god, he never would have been able to imagine it could be Tony.

But they've built this thing together, on sparring in the gym, and quiet conversations after battles with too many bruises. They've thrown blue cloth and red metal into enough arguments that it's an old, well-trodden pathway now. They can sigh and fuss and grip a weakened hand too tight and not have to say a word. They've built this thing on stolen moments, hiding from the eyes of the world, of their friends, even, sneaking through a dark sea of pressure and judgement and guilt and fear but finding light at the end of it in each other. They've built it on trust, trust broken and repaired, on devotion, freely given and gratefully received, and on love.

At the end of it all, there's so much love Steve's not entirely sure how he manages to fit it all inside him. It leaks out sometimes, he thinks, overflows. It wants to do that now.

Steve tugs Tony down into a kiss that's at least a third laughter and at least a third tears, but they'll both pretend it isn't so Steve doesn't try to hide them. Besides, they're not all his.

He hears the ring case snap closed again between their chests as Tony leans over him, and he wants the ring, wants it desperately, wants the whole goddamn world to know he belongs to this man, but right now he wants Tony more. Besides, it's his line now.

He pulls back until he can meet Tony’s eyes, and he tries to pour into his gaze some modicum, some sliver, of what he feels for the man in his arms. There are so many words, so many things he wants to say, things Tony needs to know. But he gets to have him forever now, so those things can wait. He can find pieces of those words every day for the rest of their lives and maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough time for Steve to tell Tony how he feels about him. But for now there's only one thing he can say, only one thing he wants to say, and in this moment, it says enough.

"Yes."

[nostalgicatsea]

Signals Between Two Satellites

He hadn't allowed himself to dream of this, of Tony returning to him. Not when he had lost so much. Not when dreaming of the impossible would destroy him.

But Tony was here, and for the first time since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, Steve felt hope.

Partially inspired by this gorgeous art by @mrsgingles. This was written for the MCU bingo although I didn’t get to complete my card on time. 

Read on AO3 or Dreamwidth (2,290 words).

[ashes0909]

Nightly News (Steve/Tony)

For my Captain America Paraphernalia @cap-ironman MCU STONY Square

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“And tonight at 11, tune in! We’ll show you the newest and hippest innovations in cannabis consumption. Will you soon be seeing this Avengers paraphernalia at a headshop or dispensary near you? Tune in to find out.”

The room froze. They hadn’t even been watching the television, gathered around the kitchen island with their breakfast. The television was on the far wall and it was just...on.

“Did I… hear that right?” Bruce put down the news article he’d been reading.

“There was a poster,” Clint said around a spoonful of cereal, then swallowed. “In the background, with Captain America and Iron Man making out. Was I the only one who saw that?”

He wasn’t. Steve had very much seen it too, and from the way Tony was chuckling into his StarkPad, he had too.

“Did you guys commission those?” Nat asked.

“What?” Steve balked while Tony’s chuckling turned into full blown laughing.

“We should’ve,” Tony gasped, as he tried to catch his breath. “Could’ve made a fortune.”

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with our images being used that way, without our permission.”

“Well, look at it this way.” Tony smirked over his coffee mug. “At least we're making out on the poster and not the bong,”

“What's a bong?”

Clint snorted, Bruce turned red in the face, but no one answered. 

Steve figured he was going to have to tune in at 11 to find out.

[maniibear]

Entry for stony fairytale bingo S1: Stevie and the Magic Lamp for the free space. 

[navaanwrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Feelings Realization, Flash Fic, Pining Steve Rogers

Word Count: ~1300

Summary:

“What’s that?” Sam asked and looked at Steve critically. He should have know that Sam would notice even the casual way he’d put the phone aside. “Steve, really? It’s bad enough we’re on the run like common criminals, don’t tell me you’ve just bought a phone with cash to keep in touch with your CIA girlfriend.”

Written for the @cap-ironman MCU Bingo Card square “Steve Rogers has issues”.

Incidentally also my 50s MCU work on AO3 \o/

[dksartz]

A fill for square T1, the little mermaid, on my fairytale bingo card! merman steve head over fins in love with dry land, the concept of wearing boots on feet, and also with this funny gorgeous human who has no idea who he is (yet). might make a companion/continuation piece for fun, idk.

:D :L

[enki-arts]

drawn for my cap-im mcu bingo prompt: “together”