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[quigonejinn]

SO. There are, I am told, now a variety of Iron Man kinkmemes out, but how about a good ol' Doomthreading? Talk, riff, fic, Iron Man One or Iron Man Two, porn or not porn, anon or not anon. Open to all.

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[smilingskull.livejournal.com]

WHERE IS THE MOVIE FOR THIS. IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN. I just love all of this so much, and you know she loves her parents but her mother has just been that slight bit more distance, because she knows what's going on, and maybe she won't hurt Natasha if Natasha doesn't grow into it, but of course she does anyway.

And oh man, her and Tony. And her and Tony and Fury, and Fury knowing that maybe they slept together once but now they're allies and they respect each other, and Fury only respects the people who really deserve it from him (Howard). And he's not going to step over that line, and she's not ever going to let him. And maybe she thinks about letting Tony cross it, if only because she needs to know exactly how he ticks, and she's still not sure she knows the real Tony. She's not sure she ever will, even though she probably sees him from time to time when he lands unsteady, in the suit, injured, pulling pieces off because the armor has buckled under god knows what kind of artillery, alien maybe.

I think I am totally in love with Natasha and could write about her forever.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

At the same age Tony was at MIT, finding out that he really was smarter than the smartest people in the country, she was roaming the back alleys of New York City, finding out that she really was better at beating the living shit out of people than the toughest assholes in the roughest situations. It creates a certain kind of person, a certain sort of attitude. When Tony just knows Natasha as Natalie, the Superhottie Paralegal and Personal Assistant, it bugs him. He can't put his finger on it. What does he have in common with this girl? What could he have in common with this girl?

After he has seen her in action a few times as Black Widow, he pieces it together: it's realizing, back when most kids are still trying to get their acne problem under control and learn how to drive and trying not to care that they will never be the most popular kid in the class -- it's the realization that there is only one way your story will ever end.




(That doesn't even goddamn make sense. Oh God, I should be in bed.)