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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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[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

DUDE. DUDE. I AM GOING FOR THE STREET SAVVY, ROUGH AND TUMBLE, TOO. I SAW YOURS ABOUT THREE SECONDS AFTER I HIT POST AND I WENT OMFG WHAT OH GOD HOW SO AMAZING. HOW SO AMAZING. Because that is exactly how it goes. That is exactly how she learns to keep her face still, to deal with whatever stupid cracks Tony or Tony's business associates throw at her, to go from zero to three mach and to fight dirty and how she comes up with the style she does. No matter how much freak speed, streak strength, she still has the same bones. The ones in the hands break easily. The ones in the legs, not so much.

She does still grow up on the streets, you know. Her dad loves her, and her Mom is distant because she knows exactly -- because she remembers what she looked like when she was that age, and the engineering that was done on her is proving to be uncannily dominant over the regular, human aspects.

After the first run-in, Natasha goes to her dad and asks him to teach her. All the bones have come back together, and it doesn't even hurt anymore -- there is just an ache in her hand, sort of nice, actually. By now, she has pieced together enough to figure out the outline: her dad, who now works in an electronics shop, had another life. Her mother can be a very, very dangerous woman.

"Little sun," he says. "I can't teach you. Your mother would kill me."

He turns his hands over, so that they are palm-up, and Natasha looks at him for a long, long moment.

Even before her parents get divorced a year after that, Natasha has been spending a lot of time riding the subway and looking for somebody who will give her trouble, so that she can learn.

[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.)