I could have made this so much better if I put in some real effort. Whatever, I need to sleep now, good night!
for those who don’t know i used to ship stony in the past idk why i felt so nostalgic today
A Billy and Teddy commission for the amazing Crisart!
(I’ll post it on my DA tomorrow.)
ahhh this is beautiful!
a lesson for Tony to always knock before entering someone (
Steve)'s bedroom. inspired from this panel!
I’m almost entirely positive that this is not what you intended. Many, many apologies.
Also, I’m going to count this as the fill for the last anon prompt I received, which was this: “A group of people are telling a story, but their accounts differ.” Because that is also a good portion of what this fic turned into, (I think I kept it in the back of my min enough when I wrote this, that I subconsciously answered it as well).
And lastly, I am well aware that this story needs way more depth and nuance than I’m giving it here. If I had unlimited energy this would be a 200k epic. Instead, this is that epic squished down into the tiniest possible box I could fit it in, because I still really wanted to write this.
Steve accepted his morning briefing packet from Maria Hill and flipped through the pages while he drunk his coffee, the morning shift on the helicarrier buzzing around him. Sometimes it felt like he was trapped in some sort of bizarre dream where the entire world had simply gone crazy. The Hulk attempting to level New York, a Skrull invasion, Asgard hovering above Oklahoma, Norman Osborn being handed the keys to SHIELD. Just the sheer number of things that had changed since he’d been gone (dead) felt overwhelming some days. But no, this was actually the world now.
Every day brought new, (and usually unpleasant,) discoveries about things that had happened while he’d been away (dead). Whether those were public knowledge, or any combination of former Directors Fury, Stark, or Osborn’s dirty secrets seeping up through the woodwork. He didn’t know at what point he’d started feeling numb to some of it. Ultron. Venom symbiotes. The Red Skull infiltrating SHIELD and brainwashing agents under everyone’s noses. So many of the people he cared about held prisoner on a Skrull prison ship while aliens had worn their faces and lived their lives. Norman Osborn dressing up villains and calling them Avengers. Jan. Johnny Storm.
He felt so tired.
[Image: Bucky Barnes and pre-serum Steve Rogers dancing together; Steve is blushing and Bucky is smiling.]
I commissioned navydream for some Bucky teaching pre-serum Steve to dance and as usual, she came up with something incomparable.