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A tiny fragment from my 'fic fragments' folder. I went through a phase of variations on Tony/Rhodey/flight, I think. You can read as slash or friendship, either way.
Title: Birds of a Feather
Rating: PG
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Characters/Pairings: James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, Tony Stark. Tony & Rhodey or Tony/Rhodey, not sure which
Summary: Tony & Rhodey & flying. Jealousies, trade-offs and joys, with a friend by your side
Wordcount: 293
Warnings/Notes: Fluff and friendship, basically
Disclaimer: Not mine
Title: Birds of a Feather
Rating: PG
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Characters/Pairings: James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, Tony Stark. Tony & Rhodey or Tony/Rhodey, not sure which
Summary: Tony & Rhodey & flying. Jealousies, trade-offs and joys, with a friend by your side
Wordcount: 293
Warnings/Notes: Fluff and friendship, basically
Disclaimer: Not mine
Birds of a Feather
They staggered out of the de-armouring rigs in exhausted unison, giddy and battered and more than a little tipsy from the adrenalin crash.
"You know, I was always jealous of you," Tony murmured, staggering against Rhodey's shoulder, grinning ear to ear and smelling strongly of sweat and ozone and metal. "I've been jealous for years."
Rhodey stared at him, shifting automatically to wrap an arm around his shoulder and hold him up. "Jealous," he repeated. Blankly, because the hell? Of all possible emotions that Tony Stark could point at him ...
"Yeah," Tony said, slinging his arm around Rhodey's shoulders in turn, tilting his head to grin wryly up at him, his spare hand swooping up like a plane in front of them. "I just got to build them. You got to fly, you know?"
... Ah. Yeah, okay. Rhodey could see that. Because Tony wasn't good at discipline, and Tony wasn't good at trade-offs, and to fly the way Rhodey flew, you had to be good at those. You had to give away so much, to have that rush and that roar and that fall.
Even to fly as Tony flew, turned out you had to trade a few things too.
"... Yeah," he said, softly. Leaning in to kiss the top of Tony's head, to close his eyes and smell the traces the armour'd left on them both, the sweat and the metal and the rush of joy. "But hey. You're flying now."
For all it had cost and all they had traded ... they were flying now. Free-fall and skybreak, and two armours looping together. The crackle of voices in each other's ears, falling through the endless wheel of blue.
Whatever they'd paid, whatever they had to keep paying, they were sure flying now.
They staggered out of the de-armouring rigs in exhausted unison, giddy and battered and more than a little tipsy from the adrenalin crash.
"You know, I was always jealous of you," Tony murmured, staggering against Rhodey's shoulder, grinning ear to ear and smelling strongly of sweat and ozone and metal. "I've been jealous for years."
Rhodey stared at him, shifting automatically to wrap an arm around his shoulder and hold him up. "Jealous," he repeated. Blankly, because the hell? Of all possible emotions that Tony Stark could point at him ...
"Yeah," Tony said, slinging his arm around Rhodey's shoulders in turn, tilting his head to grin wryly up at him, his spare hand swooping up like a plane in front of them. "I just got to build them. You got to fly, you know?"
... Ah. Yeah, okay. Rhodey could see that. Because Tony wasn't good at discipline, and Tony wasn't good at trade-offs, and to fly the way Rhodey flew, you had to be good at those. You had to give away so much, to have that rush and that roar and that fall.
Even to fly as Tony flew, turned out you had to trade a few things too.
"... Yeah," he said, softly. Leaning in to kiss the top of Tony's head, to close his eyes and smell the traces the armour'd left on them both, the sweat and the metal and the rush of joy. "But hey. You're flying now."
For all it had cost and all they had traded ... they were flying now. Free-fall and skybreak, and two armours looping together. The crackle of voices in each other's ears, falling through the endless wheel of blue.
Whatever they'd paid, whatever they had to keep paying, they were sure flying now.
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