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Well, this is my main blog and I have a more popular side blog called howwasthefun-vee. My main blog was originally called toomanyfandoms1598 and then changed to howwasthefun-veemainblog and is now lookatgeraltmyboi! Hope that answers your question :)
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“rhodey?“ natasha asked as she happened to look up to see him standing there. she was certainly surprised to see him - and she was positive he would be surprised to see her but she couldn’t help the small lilt of surprise and happiness that escaped her lips. the last time they’d seen each other was on vormir and she’d hugged him. one of the last few people she felt comfortable around.
approaching him, she pulled him into a hug before stepping back and giving him a look over. “god, it’s good to see you but... you shouldn’t be here. none of you should.” she admitted, frowning and stepping back onto her heel. “you should know... tony’s here too.” she wouldn’t be surprised if he cut and run to find his best friend, after all if she was in the same position she would do the same.
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I… I am feeling the love today.
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He was a little bit drunk, and that’s usually about time his conscious hits him and sure, he plays the game - he plays the game very well, thank you - but that’s not to say he doesn’t know he’s in this far deeper than he was comfortable with.
And so, yeah, sometimes he’d tell the right people where to meet the wrong people and maybe for a little while, at least, he’d feel better.
(212): next monday 8pm book bridge i suggest bringing back up or we you call it
Tapping his phone, an ugly habit, he was already typing out another text.
(212): dont say i nev er do anything for toy
Fuck.
(212): you
He was too drunk for this typing bullshit. He didn’t have any exs to drunk dial, so clearly he’d settled on drunk texting cops. Jesus Christ. This was his life? Squinting at his phone, slopping half of his next mouthful of scotch down his front, he snorted with laughter.
He was a classy son of a bitch.
(212): sometimes i think i shoulda stuck witt you in college
And apparently also a maudlin son of a bitch. Motherfuck, he needed someone here to stop him embarrassing himself.
(212): dont text back
(212): im deletin these messages
(212): ignore me im drunk
(212): dont ig nose the first text
Right, no. No more cell phone for Tony Stark. Clearly he couldn’t be trusted to use it like a normal, reasonable, adult. Tossing his phone off to one side, so it was far enough away that he couldn’t be tempted to carry on making a fool out of himself, he toasted his own stupidity to the empty room, knocking his drink back.
I'm Burning Through the Sky - Sam and Rhodey
Place: EXO-7 Training Base, Location Classified.
Time: September, 2004
There were a few places Sam felt truly at home, and one of those places was soaring through the sky. He wasn’t quite sure why, he just knew he felt at peace when he was going through his exercises. The feeling of the wind on his skin, looking down and seeing all the people on the ground, it was amazing.
If someone had told him when he first joined the military that he would be in this program one day, he had to admit he probably would have laughed at them. Yet here he was, a candidate of the EXO-7 program. He had been curious when it was brought up to him. He had been back from his first tour when he had been approached about the program. He had chosen to join due to that curiosity, and he didn’t regret it one bit.
He had made new friends here and learnt new skills. The wings were a cool touch as well. He glanced down at the ground, noticing someone heading towards him. He lowed himself a bit, he though he recognized him. Technical Sargent Rhodes, one of the people helping to run this program. Sam paused for a moment before beginning to make his descent. It would be rude to keep a superior waiting if he wanted to speak with him, after all. Better safe than sorry.
He landed a slight ways away before going up to him and saluting. “Sir.” He said, standing tall.
♬ - a friend/best friend memory
He’d been with Sunset for nearly a year when she dropped off the face of the earth, with stolen designs in her ass pocket and a press release that put one from Stark Industries to shame.
Now Tony’s older, a year he knows isn’t much, but back then? A year was long enough, a year long relationship was the pinnacle of maturity and regardless of his age, he’d loved her. And when it ended? It’s not dramatic to say that his heart had been broken.
He’d ended up at Rhodey’s - he can’t remember now how he got there, all those years ago, if Rhodey had come and collected him or if he’d made his own way there - and the fact that for the first half an hour he was there was spent crying into Rhodey’s shirt, still mortifies him as much now as it did then.
Rhodey didn’t laugh, didn’t tell him ‘I told you so’, never mentioned the press released that he must’ve seen because it was all over the news, he just waited until Tony had got it all out of his system and when he’d pulled away - wet patch on Rhodey’s shirt and sniffing up snot - Rhodey’s offer of take out, movies and beer had been met with a watery smile from Tony.
The reason he’d been there to begin wasn’t such a great thing to remember - already dubious trust issues had seriously spiked after that - the night itself is one of Tony’s favorites. They’d played ‘Who Am I’, the table littered with beer bottles and pizza boxes, fingers greasy, movie playing in the background forgotten and Tony had snorted beer out of his nose trying not to laugh when Rhodey confirmed that, yes, he was a very pretty girl.
(The post-it on his forehead had read Princess Leia in a slanted scrawl.)
(And although it hadn’t been planned, Rhodey’s read Chewbacca and even though Rhodey had ended up screwing up the post-it and launching it at Tony’s laughing face, simply because he’d answered “yeah, a little” to if looked like Rhodey or not, the fact that they’d both picked Star Wars warmed him from the inside out.)
Raise a Glass to Freedom | Tony Stark & James Rhodes
Jesus, Rhodey.
Alright - James knows he’s being a little harsh, definitely harsher than he normally would be, but he thinks he’s earned that right by now, after what’s happened. This isn’t a normal situation - this isn’t anything they’ve ever had to deal with before. And that’s saying something, because they’ve been through some tough times together, things that have certainly put them in the shit, and they’ve still managed to sort it out without - this.
This is different though, and it’s well-deserved this time around.
He lets the comment about the shoes slide, he can tell when Tony’s genuinely sorry about something, and this is one of those times. It’s just shoes for Christ’s sake, there’s no reason to latch on and argue about it. Besides - they’ve got bigger issues, and the expression on Tony’s face tells him this isn’t what he wants to be doing right now.
It could be as easy as bribing you with food, but instead you’re being all snippy with me which, sure, I get; you’re venting your spleen, it’s healthy, less chance of getting an ulcer, I’m all for it. But why can’t this just be a case of I fucked up, and here, a dozen donuts to appease the Rhodey Gods?
Part of him wants to cut Tony off there and then, but James knows he’s not finished. He never is, when he really gets going, and James is sure this isn’t all Tony has to say. This shit has been weeks in the making - something Tony doesn’t seem to realise doesn’t just affect him.
There’s nothing to talk about. I just– look, it’s been a stressful couple of weeks, months, whatever. I get it. I was a paranoid, drunken mess. Okay? I– alright, I know it wasn’t like this, but first I’m ditched for the Avengers and then you’re cuddling up with Barbie. When you finally see me, I get the condensed riot act to play nice? I’m not a kid, you know. I know how to behave.
Taking a deep breath, James crosses his arms over his chest and waits, waits for the rest of it. There’s no way this is all about Sharon, or even remotely about her. There’s more behind this, more that likely has nothing to do with either her or James, more that Tony’s been sitting on for who knows how long.
James has seen it before, where the guy goes out on his own, be it because he thinks no one can help him, or no one wants to, or he just doesn’t wanna burden people. Because that ended so well last time.
I dunno who the fuck I can trust right now and you and that, just got all twisted together. Right? Simple jealousy, a lot of paranoia and even more alcohol. Not a combination I’ll be trying again any time soon. So. Nothing to get your panties in a twist over. And before you say it, you can have other friends, I don’t fucking care. So can we just - you know, drop it now?
Finally, silence settles between them, and James takes a few moments to really sit on it, to digest everything Tony’s finally come out with, everything he’s been swallowing down and ignoring for god knows how long. Tony probably doesn’t even know how long it’s been sitting in the back of his mind like that.
James finally moves, unfolding his arms and taking a seat in the single-seat couch. He doesn’t wanna stand there and lecture Tony - they’re not enemies, they’re not on opposite sides. They have to have each other’s back, and if James doesn’t stick to that right now, they’re not gonna make it through the SRA change the same way they started.
“You remember when I found you in that desert, Tony?”
This story doesn’t come up much - James doesn’t like talking about it. That was one of the worst times of his life, the gut-wrenching feeling that he was never gonna see his best friend again, that he wouldn’t find Tony, or worse he’d just find a body. It was horrible and heartbreaking and painful. James didn’t sleep, he was working more than ever to keep up the search and his own work at the same time.
Finding him was the biggest relief, but searching for him was the hardest thing James has ever had to do, and he doesn’t like talking about it for that reason.
But… maybe it’s time they did. Maybe that’s the reminder Tony needs.
“I didn’t have to tell you how long I’d been out there. I pushed back against every order that told me I was approaching overuse of military resources. I refused to stop, because I refused to leave you out there alone. I couldn’t do it. You’re my best friend. You’re loud, and you’re rude, and you’re a real pain in the ass sometimes, but that’s all part of that. You’re - you’re family to me, y’know that?”
James pauses, waiting for that to sink in. Maybe family to Tony isn’t exactly what it is to everyone else, but - he knows what it is to James. He’s heard him talk about it enough damn times by now.
“I’m not here to tell you you fucked up - you already know you did. I’m here to reminder you why you can’t keep doing this to me. I had your back when your parents died and left you with a company you weren’t ready for. I had your back the first time your heart really got broken. I had your back when you wanted to shut down your entire weapons production. I had your back when you needed me to trust you about Hammer. I had your back when there was a goddamn fire-breathing asshole with a vendetta against you. I had your back when Ultron was trying to kill the entire human race. I had your back when my CO told me about this Act, even though I couldn’t understand why you didn’t tell me about it started coming together in the first place. When is it gonna sink in, that I am here, whether you like it or not?”
Really, James should’ve known about this weeks ago. If anyone should’ve given him a heads up, it should’ve been him. Not so he could get ready, but so he could get Tony ready for it. If anyone in this world hates politicians, it’s Tony, never mind trying to work with them. He needed someone to back him up on this. And that should’ve been James - he should’ve had the chance to be that.
“This isn’t about Sharon - and stop calling her that, she’s got a name, and as much as you don’t see it, she does wanna help you. She can’t stand you most of the time, but she wants to help you. I wasn’t telling her how to handle you, I was telling her to take it easy on you, because you don’t mean any harm you’re just stressed out from everything they’ve loaded onto you. This is what I do. I told you a week ago, when the shit was hitting the fan, that I had your back. You gotta trust me when I say this kinda stuff, you gotta trust me enough to know that no matter how paranoid you are about everyone else - I’m still gonna be on the same side as you.”
It sounds - cliche, he knows, but as James reaches to pick up his coffee, he at least feels like - he got the right stuff off his chest. Not a vent or a lecture - but the most important thing he could try and get through to Tony in the middle of this. That he’s not alone.
“We can’t just drop it, Tony. Not until you get that I’m here for you, even when you feel like no one is.”
He wants to feel like he’s just been dragged to the headmaster’s office, so he could call Rhodey out on treating him like a child, but even as Rhodey settles into the chair across from him, and he knows a lecture is coming, it just doesn’t. He can’t stretch even his admirable bullshit meter that far. He can’t play hard done to right now, pitch a fit and have this whole stupid conversation stopped before it’s even started.
“You remember when I found you in that desert, Tony?”
He tenses before he can stop himself. What the ever loving fuck has that got to do with anything?
“Yeah, you asked how the funvee was. I don’t think I answered. It sucked, by the way.” That’s the only way Tony’s going to tell him to drop it, to move the topic onto something else, because this was something that they just didn’t talk about. Hell, the first thing he’d done once landing was tease Pepper for crying because you know what, it was enough dealing with how shitty it had been for him (slight understatement there) let alone what his friends had gone through.
“I didn’t have to tell you how long I’d been out there. I pushed back against every order that told me I was approaching overuse of military resources. I refused to stop, because I refused to leave you out there alone. I couldn’t do it. You’re my best friend. You’re loud, and you’re rude, and you’re a real pain in the ass sometimes, but that’s all part of that. You’re - you’re family to me, y’know that?”
Okay then. They were doing this. He dragged a hand over his face and maybe he should just let Rhodey get this all out of his system before speaking but he just can’t help himself. “We really don’t need to do this. I know, alright, I know.” He knows Rhodey put in a transfer just so he could carry on looking for him, he’s read the annotations in his file from various CO’s noting what a stupid career move this was; Tony knows everything because this is what he does, he snoops on his friends to find out what he wants to know rather than having awkward conversations with them.
He’s back to picking at his coffee cup at being told he’s like family, warmed and feeling stupid because of it. Screw Rhodey and his squishy feelings.
“I’m not here to tell you you fucked up - you already know you did. I’m here to reminder you why you can’t keep doing this to me. I had your back when your parents died and left you with a company you weren’t ready for. I had your back the first time your heart really got broken. I had your back when you wanted to shut down your entire weapons production. I had your back when you needed me to trust you about Hammer. I had your back when there was a goddamn fire-breathing asshole with a vendetta against you. I had your back when Ultron was trying to kill the entire human race. I had your back when my CO told me about this Act, even though I couldn’t understand why you didn’t tell me about it started coming together in the first place. When is it gonna sink in, that I am here, whether you like it or not?”
His shoulders have been steadily lifting up to his ears, nose nearly in his coffee. He really really doesn’t need to hear this. He knows Rhodey is there for him, they’re not kids anymore, he doesn’t need to be comforted like this (and it is, it’s pathetic, but just because he doesn’t need to hear this, doesn’t me he doesn’t like hearing it) because, fuck, he’s seen how much Rhodey’s got his back with his own two eyes.
“I get it, I get it, I do. You’ve got my back. I swear I know this, just because I haven’t been acting like it doesn’t mean I don’t know it.”
“This isn’t about Sharon - and stop calling her that, she’s got a name, and as much as you don’t see it, she does wanna help you. She can’t stand you most of the time, --
Lovely, thanks Rhodey.
-- but she wants to help you. I wasn’t telling her how to handle you, I was telling her to take it easy on you, because you don’t mean any harm you’re just stressed out from everything they’ve loaded onto you. This is what I do. I told you a week ago, when the shit was hitting the fan, that I had your back. You gotta trust me when I say this kinda stuff, you gotta trust me enough to know that no matter how paranoid you are about everyone else - I’m still gonna be on the same side as you.”
Oh god they’re talking about this.
He preoccupies himself with downing some coffee. Maybe now that’s all out of his system, they can drop it? Move on?
“We can’t just drop it, Tony. Not until you get that I’m here for you, even when you feel like no one is.”
Wishful thinking.
He’s not sure if it was meant to feel like it’s a scolding or not, but he feels a little taken down by at least a peg or two regardless. “I get it, I swear. I’ve just-- I’ve been lost in my own head for a little too long recently, that’s all. You know how it is. I didn’t mean- Jesus, Rhodey, I didn’t mean to make you feel as though I didn’t appreciate you ‘cause I do, you know that, you should know that. I was just having a moment.”
I, I, I. No wonder Pepper got annoyed with him when he spoke.
Time to bite the bullet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump my issues on you. Alright? I’m sorry.”
