Fanart of @blossomsinthemist fic ‘The Single Biggest Problem with Communication’. One of my faves and if you haven’t read it already then go check it out on AO3! Grumpy Tony is my favourite and I just loved this interaction between him and Steve
“It looks plenty bad enough to me to justify you staying in bed,’ Steve said, sternly. “Besides, I seem to remember you making me a promise that you’d get yourself looked after.”
“Sure,” Tony said, “but-“
“This is part of it,” Steve told him.
“That’s not part of the deal I was envisioning,” Tony told him. He felt really woozy now, easy, floating, but he still frowned at Steve for that.
“Not my fault if you don’t read fine print,” Steve said.
Tony stared at him for a moment, then frowned a little more. “There was no fine print,” he said grumpily. It was so hard to focus now. “It was a verbal agreement.”
May I present to you the Daily life of Zombie Stony™ :DDD
My (kinda out of control (oops) Headcannon from “What if...?” animation in Disney+!!! Zombie Avengers are sooooooo cute!!!
And I feel like drawing Grumpy Zombie! Tony! :DDD They are always super cute even when they are zombies no objections is accepted thanks.
And I really love the fact that Tony still manages to keep his suit shiny and tidy even when he is a zombie. He must spend a lot of time keeping his look great as usual! And Steeb’s suit looks like he has worn in it for 100 years :D
I considered skipping this week’s update but I feel guilty doing so ; w ; But my neck is still recovering from the pulled muscles so only doodles for now sorry :-( A grumpy hurt!Tony to match my mood :((
(and I can’t help but draw a Stony comfort as well (btw I tried a new brush and a faster way to colour :D) seeing them happy worth all the pain ; w ; )
Blondie stands in front of me with a grim look and his sculpture arms crossed in front of his chest. I wince a bit at his expression
Trying to lighten the mood, I ask, “I never had a chance, did I?”
Blondie just slowly shakes his head and motions for me to come with him. I comply because, heck, what else can I do?
We make it back to my hospital room where the Grumpy is waiting for us with a face that says he’s none too happy about me trying to escape.
Yeah “Grumpy” suits him.
He lets me sit back on the bed before jumping down my throat again.
“You are not Elisa Coffman. She died years ago in a car accident. Now I’m going to ask this once and once only. Who. Are. You?”
My eyes shying to the floor I mumble out an answer.
Apparently, they didn’t hear me because Grumpy asks, “What?”
I take a deep breath before saying again, “I can’t tell you.”
Now Grumpy looks about ready to blow his top and Blondie… well he just looks sad again. And disappointed. I hate that look.
Before Grumpy started steaming out of his ears, Blondie held up a hand to his friend. Never taking his eyes off me, he steps forward and crouches by my side.
His voice is so soft, it physically hurts you to lie to him.
“Listen, we would like to help you—” He let the words soak in before continuing, “But we can’t do that unless you help us. Understand? All we need is your name. Your real name… What do ya say? Please let us help you.”
He ended up gripping my hand halfway through his little plea and I couldn’t help but stare into his pretty blue eyes and feel like I can trust him.
So softly, that I’m surprised he even heard me, I told him, “You won’t find anything. It’s all gone.”
He smiled just as softly as he spoke. “Let us try,” he whispered.
With a sigh, I figured I wasn’t getting anywhere anyways.
“Audrey. My name is Audrey.”
Another sad smile. “Thank you, Audrey. What’s your last name?”
“Don’t have one.” I give him a rueful smile.
All through this Grumpy is tap, tap, tapping away on his little tablet in his hands trying to conjure something on me.
“How do you not have a last name Audrey?”
Shrugging I tell him the truth. “I just don’t. I haven’t had a last name for a very long time now.”
When he tilts his head, he reminds me of a puppy. “Well, Audrey, do you have anybody possibly looking for you?”
Now this question is a wee bit harder to answer. On one hand if I say no, he might feel bad and want me to stay longer. On the other hand, I don’t want to rat out Zeke. I compromise by returning to my mute state.
A sigh escapes his lips as Grumpy starts making noises.
“How is this possible? There can’t be that many Audrey’s in the system.”
He’s now typing furiously.
I know he’s not going to find anything, at least not right away. Zeke and I decided I needed to disappear like he did if we were going to work together. We paid good money to have me deleted off the map. Wretchedly, I also know that someone with enough resources and skills can dig up something that far gone. Luckily, I was a kid when I disappeared so at least that’s in my favor. Not much makes it out into the open until adulthood.
Blondie continues his never-ending, puppy-dog gaze and it’s honestly starting to get on my nerves. He sighs. “Audrey, do you have a birthday?”
“I don’t know. Probably.” I can’t bear to look at him. He’s making me feel… guilty.
“Audrey.” A short pause. “Audrey, please look at me.” But I refuse and he sighs again. I find myself physically in pain every time I hear it.
I feel his gaze on me for what feels like hours before he gets up and leaves the room, Grumpy right behind him.
