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basically an actor in the show mocked fans on stream at sdcc over a ship they liked and was incredibly rude in his “apology” basically said since he was nice to lgbt before that he is allowed to make “jokes” and then told fans they should feel bad for getting angry at him being an asshat.
I know I send you a lot of songs for AA Stony and stuff, but here is a song for AA Tony! Pride by American Authors :D
omg yes, like these few lines especially?
And just who I’d becomeIt’s all there on the tip of my tongueWish I was good enough for anyone
like that just reminded me so much of that one episode from season 3 (The Conqueror, I think?) where Tony was confessing to Kang about how he constantly carries the fear that one day he’ll become obsolete
and like obviously in the scene he was purposefully playing it up to goad Kang into attacking him so he could escape, but honestly that whole episode was just dedicated to exploring Tony’s insecurities and self-worth issues (despite his “arrogant” persona), and it broke my HEART
Sorry by Sheppard is the perfect song for Post Civil War/Post Infinity War for how Steve feels about Tony and with everything that happened. There is one part of the song where the singer screams "Bye Bye Bye!" and I like to imagine that's Steve screaming out to space at night his goodbye to Tony because he thinks he is gone forever aaaah
That’s what I love about these song recs, because I learn about songs and artists I’ve never heard of. Wow, that one really screams them, doesn’t it?
It's killing me to know, that you did not have to goI lack the courage to face these demons and scarsI miss the sun on your skin, on a lazy Sunday morningAnd now to numb the pain I reach for the mini barI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I amI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I amI'm afraid to face the truthEvery day a new excuseSo I end up placing the blame on you babyNow in this lonely I lieAnd through my deeds I say goodbye, bye, byeAnd my apologies to allTo everybody at the door'Cause every time you want it moreI threw away that heart of yoursI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I amI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I amWhy do I, why do I turn awayEvery time from everyone every daySo I apologize, are you okay, are you okayWhy do I, why do I turn awayEvery time from everyone every daySo I apologize, are you okay, are you okayI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am
You Are the Reason by Calum Scott one hundred percent fits with what Evans said about how Bearded Cap is mourning the loss of his relationship with Tony IM LISTEN TO IT PLEASE SABRE YOU WILL CRY
Oooooh, yeah, that’s really awesome for them and Chris’s whole take on how Steve is feeling. Beautiful.
There goes my hands shakingCause you are the reasonMy heart keeps bleedingAnd I need you nowIf I could turn back the clockI'd make sure the light defeated the darkI'd spend every hour, of every dayKeeping you safeI'd climb every mountainAnd swim every oceanJust to be with youAnd fix what I've brokenOh, cause I need you to seeThat you are the reasonYou are the reasonYeah, yeah...I'd climb every mountainAnd swim every oceanJust to be with youAnd fix what I've brokenOh, cause I need you to seeThat you are the reason
@wreck-it-rogers Sorry this is a bit late! I totally messed up posting schedules and thought I was posting early when I was actually posting on time. So belatedly, here’s your gift!
@stevetonysecretsanta I accidentally mixed up your page with stonysecretsanta, so I missed the posting date (as their page stated a later posting date), but I’ve been sitting on posting this fic since the last few days so I hope you’ll all forgive me.
Here’s part 1 of a two-parter fic!
Title: The Idiot’s Guide to Healthy Communication (The Perfect Gift for The Holidays for only $9.99!)
Post CACW Christmas fic. Kind of a fix-it, a little.
Summary: Steve Rogers looks for the perfect gift for Tony Stark, because talking to him like an adult is obviously out of the question.
Steve Rogers had never been accused of being a coward.
He had, at any given point in his life, by friends and loved ones, been called a fool, brash, pig-headed, and lacking in any human survival instinct—but he’d never been a coward, especially not when he was tinier than every boy he picked fights with.
Until now, that is. Standing in front of a store front displaying luxurious and surely expensive gifts that could probably pay a year’s worth of rent in an upscale flat in Manhattan, Steve Rogers felt like a goddamn coward. He could cry at just how pathetic he must have looked in that moment.
Not that the beard made him look homeless, cleanly kept as it was, but his simple clothes made it clear he couldn’t afford even a dusting of the gold that made up the watch on display. And really, what would Tony Stark need a watch for? It was old fashioned, and he already had a watch—one that protected him, communicated for him, as well as tell time. Far superior to any on the market.
Steve was hopeless. A hopeless coward.
The thing was, he and Tony had already talked a couple of times when he came home. Tony, along with Natasha and an army of lawyers, had worked day and night to ensure the Accords were amended to decriminalize superheroing and prove Steve and the others innocent. Bucky’s pardon involved a long and drawn out legal battle they didn’t even know had been happening but had ended with Bucky being marked a special case for handling by Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D. under some modified insanity plea that had Bucky as a PTSD suffering veteran that needed treatment on U.S. Soil. Not guilty, as far as records went, for the UN bombing, but too dangerous to go free yet.
Steve hadn’t trusted it at first. He felt guilty for Tony’s parents and for not telling him the truth, not knowing there would be an instance in which that omission would ruin everything, but Bucky shouldn’t have to suffer for his guilt.
When Tony said that S.H.I.E.L.D had agreed that Bucky was to be housed in either the tower or the compound, Steve was more inclined to trust his intentions, but with what happened with Wanda, he might not have accepted if T'Challa hadn’t strong armed him into it.
“So keeping him frozen forever is better than the limited freedoms of a compound the size of a village and a tower overlooking all of the city?” the king had said testily, and Steve and his team of defectors (who had only done so out of trust in him) were on the plane to home, free of all charges but for himself and Bucky.
Steve was allowed to move around the city with tracking on his phone. It made him itch, the idea that somebody would always know where he was, but FRIDAY assured him she’d keep the lid on his location unless there was an emergency, and that Mister Stark wasn’t interested in what he did every hour of every day as long as he wasn’t jumping out of windows thirty stories up (His words, boss, not mine, FRIDAY said as wryly as an AI could, having taken to calling Steve ‘boss’ as she did Tony).
And it hurt, a little. It shouldn’t. It was stupid. Completely unreasonable. He would have hated Tony tracking his movements, reminding him he wasn’t yet free, not truly.
But he wished Tony did care.
Even with all his issues with how it turned out, Steve knew that Tony had done more for them than Steve deserved. Steve had led them into disaster. He’d nearly alienated Scott and Clint from their families, Sam from his life, and made Wanda into a war criminal, all after the events in Lagos and Sokovia already made people fear and hate her. And though mistakes happened on ops—those were inescapable, and they all did the best they could—Steve couldn’t shake the feeling, flying off and leaving them to be captured, that he’d failed them.
Tony, with his money and his influence and his need for control, to set things to rights, swooped in and fixed things, like he always did with the Avengers. It was a bitter thought, one that Steve had had since the beginning when it came to Tony Stark, but this time tinged with sadness and perspective. Tony was giving up so much. Steve shouldn’t be ungrateful just because he’d never truly learned how to compromise when it came to his values. He still didn’t think he was wrong about the Accords, but what happened with Bucky meant he wasn’t in any position to make decisions, not since he became a fugitive. He had no regrets, but nonetheless felt the gratitude he owed to his friends who, despite everything that happened, worked to bring them justice.
Thing was, Steve wanted to show Tony he was grateful. But this was why he was a coward. He couldn’t just say it. His pride wouldn’t allow him to pretend he liked that the Accords had been ratified anyway, couldn’t pretend that he was happy that it had to happen at all.
Some of the amendments made by Tony, T'Challa, and other like-minded members of the UN, were a sight better than what Ross had been offering. No illegal detainment, no criminalization of vigilantism, no Ross (removed from talks because of the whole illegal detainment thing, which was a big no-no to the United Nations and Human Rights groups, at least on the surface). There were still consequences, and part of the Accords stated that supers who were actively trying to pick fights, stop crimes, and do the hero thing, would have to register with the Avengers if they wanted their asses covered from police interference or property damage, as well as any other damage they might cause in their well-meaning vigilantism. A lot that Steve didn’t like, but could see the need for.
After all, what separated a super hero from a super criminal if they didn’t take responsibility for what they destroyed, who they hurt?
It was funny how all that, all the stress of the past year and the terror of Zemo’s plot, didn’t bother Steve half as much as trying to think of the perfect gift for Tony Stark did.
Steve knew he was putting more effort into finding the perfect gift because he just couldn’t talk to Tony.
They talked, yes, but they never talked. Never mentioned how tensions between them contributed to things getting too far out of hand. Never mentioned how their friendship had broken down so easily just when it had started mattering to Steve, becoming something in this new world he was happy to live for even as his old one died.
And Steve, Steve had never mentioned how warm he felt every time he saw Tony truly smile.
It didn’t occur to him he was in love until he saw his face in the reflective window of a storefront one day in December, the year before. He’d been thinking of Tony, his crazy ideas, his way of explaining things that was both all over the place and easy to understand. His brilliance, the way he made the future exciting and new again, instead of bleak and terrifying. Like what Steve had felt, reading Buck Rogers and science fiction by masters like Orwell, but times a hundred because it was real because Tony made it real with his own two hands and a few robot ones.
Steve had seen his face in the mirror and realized he’d seen that face before. It was the face his Ma had worn when she and his father were together, when she talked about him when he wasn’t there. Pink cheeked, warm-eyed love.
There had been a frisson of terror then that broke the expression, eased when he remembered that no, it was no longer shameful to love a man as he might have a woman. But then he remembered Tony was with Pepper, and they were happy, and he let go of the notion of being in love with Tony Stark as soon as he’d discovered it.
Until he came back from Wakanda, and Pepper was nowhere in sight in the tower or around Tony, who spent every day in that same tower, helping everybody settle in. He had been unexpectedly kind to Bucky when they unfroze him, even if he never seemed to want to meet Buck’s eyes.
Steve had been afraid to ask Tony about it. Last time didn’t really go over so well, but he thought they might have made up by now, and guiltily, he thought that if they weren’t back together by now, they might not be planning to reunite.
“Miss Potts and Mister Stark haven’t been involved since the presentation of his BARF technology at the beginning of this year, though they officially 'broke up’ about two months after your conflict in Siberia,” FRIDAY had said, her tone clearly unimpressed. Tony had clearly mastered inflection and sass in his AIs, if FRIDAY and JARVIS (which still left Steve feeling ill to think on) were anything to go by. “It was amicable, and they still communicate regularly, but she’s based in California and Boss has been too busy with the Accords to attempt a reconciliation.”
“I… see. Thank you, FRIDAY.”
It had taken about a month after that conversation, but eventually, FRIDAY warmed to Steve. It probably involved her keeping him under surveillance all hours of the day even if Tony technically didn’t, and Steve trying his best to look after Tony when the other Avengers spent time in the compound or with their families, outside.
It was the least he could do, after everything, and FRIDAY probably figured he meant no harm after the fifth time Steve had carried Tony to bed after he’d passed out in the workshop, so gentle that he didn’t even wake up.
His toast started coming out more perfect after that, when they’d previously been burnt black at the center with unappealing soft crust edges. That was the biggest sign Steve had that FRIDAY didn’t hate him, even when Tony had programmed her to trust he meant no harm.
Steve couldn’t blame her. She’d been there, after all, when Steve nearly killed Tony, right after killing his suit while FRIDAY had been inside.
Steve had had no intention of hurting Tony, but he couldn’t shake away the fear in Tony’s eyes, the certainty that he would do it.
Steve wanted to make things right between them.
And to Steve, that meant the perfect gift.
Which he still had no idea where or how to get.
Because talking to Tony like a person was a terrifying prospect, now that there were all these feelings Steve had just stumbled on.
