jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
Bucky swallowed hard, smiling quietly. “You guys are fairly loyal.”He snickered, slanting a look towards johnny.”You better get going. I have every intention of sexing up the godling over that couch your sitting on.’Bucky smirked hands stroking over loki’s side, swallowing hard as he leaned his head into the other’s hands.
Tony flinched a little at steve’s words, ducking his head a little to look at him, needing to see what the captain’s face looked like when he said that. “It’s not your fault either.”He said pain on his face, hating he’d upset steve now, hating he’d mentioned it because steve looked so upset. Not realizing the man was upset on his behalf, “...I’m a genius. I’m supposed to be smart enough to know howard stark was a bastard who did nothing right.”Tony said falling apart as captain america of all people, the person howard had promised him would never think good things about him, said it wasn’t hsi fault. Tensing a little as the chair was moved he swallowed hard as steve took his hands, slumping into him, hands clinging to steve’s shirt as he gave in, silent tears soaking steve’s shirt knowing steve was wrong, that he wasn’t the good person in this room, but for once, willing to let steve delusion him into thinking he was a good guy. Tony knew the truth, no matter what anyone said...but he figured, if Cap was willing to tell the lie, it was only right to believe it....if only for a little while. Snuffling closer he pressed his face against the other’s neck, shifting, climbing up into his lap, slumping bonelessly into his arms, clinging to the good captain as long as he was allowed to.even if he had told him to try to end things, he didn’t want the man to go anywhere. “...You smell good cap.....and you still haven’t told me how creepy you think the room is. Don’t worry, I know its creepy. I started this....I was 13....my dad...was so obsessed, I thought...thsi was something we could bond over....it just made him hate me worse.I didn’t understand until now why....it was a reminder of what he wanted and never got....though I’m glad he didn’t, I mean sex with you would just be awkward if he’d managed that....”he shuddered a little twitching slightly, deflecting now that steve had shattered his mask enough, the sharp edges sharp enough to cut, but he was struggling to be himself, even if he knew steve would see through it. He needed...he needed to not think. Needed to not do this right now when his head was so full of memories and pain, and the absolute terror of what howard had done to his real mother.
Tony flinched a little at steve’s words, ducking his head a little to look at him, needing to see what the captain’s face looked like when he said that. “It’s not your fault either.”He said pain on his face, hating he’d upset steve now, hating he’d mentioned it because steve looked so upset. Not realizing the man was upset on his behalf, “...I’m a genius. I’m supposed to be smart enough to know howard stark was a bastard who did nothing right.”Tony said falling apart as captain america of all people, the person howard had promised him would never think good things about him, said it wasn’t hsi fault. Tensing a little as the chair was moved he swallowed hard as steve took his hands, slumping into him, hands clinging to steve’s shirt as he gave in, silent tears soaking steve’s shirt knowing steve was wrong, that he wasn’t the good person in this room, but for once, willing to let steve delusion him into thinking he was a good guy. Tony knew the truth, no matter what anyone said...but he figured, if Cap was willing to tell the lie, it was only right to believe it....if only for a little while. Snuffling closer he pressed his face against the other’s neck, shifting, climbing up into his lap, slumping bonelessly into his arms, clinging to the good captain as long as he was allowed to.even if he had told him to try to end things, he didn’t want the man to go anywhere. “...You smell good cap.....and you still haven’t told me how creepy you think the room is. Don’t worry, I know its creepy. I started this....I was 13....my dad...was so obsessed, I thought...thsi was something we could bond over....it just made him hate me worse.I didn’t understand until now why....it was a reminder of what he wanted and never got....though I’m glad he didn’t, I mean sex with you would just be awkward if he’d managed that....”he shuddered a little twitching slightly, deflecting now that steve had shattered his mask enough, the sharp edges sharp enough to cut, but he was struggling to be himself, even if he knew steve would see through it. He needed...he needed to not think. Needed to not do this right now when his head was so full of memories and pain, and the absolute terror of what howard had done to his real mother.