this is a love story; a beautiful, tragic love story filled with rage, death, gore, and two people trying to find refuge in each other.
[OC x S. Rogers]
TW: this book contains/mentions explicit language, underage drinking, miscarriages, pregnancy...
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december twentieth, 2012 malibu, california
"Ow!" Brooke and Tony chorused, both shaking their arms after giving themselves an injection to control the suits.
"Sir, ma'am, please may I request just a few hours to calibrate—?" Jarvis started to ask before Brooke cut him off.
"No." Brooke grabbed a rag off the table, wiping the blood off her arm before tossing the rag to Tony. "Microrepeater implanting sequence complete."
"As you wish, ma'am." Jarvis said, Brooke giving the AI a thumbs up as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "I've also prepared a safety briefing for you both to entirely ignore."
"—which we will. Alright, let's do this." Tony said, hopping off his stool.
"Dummy! Hi, Dummy." Brooke called, making the robot look at her. "How'd you get that cap on your head?"
"He earned it." Tony said, tossing the rag into the corner. "Hey! What are you doing out of the corner? You know what you did." Tony said, walking over to the robot before pointing at the table. "Blood on our mat. Handle it."
"Sir, ma'am, may I remind you that you've been awake for nearly seventy two hours?"
"Focus up, ladies. Good evening and welcome to the birthing suite." Brooke rolled her eyes at Tony before she walked over, standing on the other platform. "I am pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, badass baby brothers: mark 42." Tony said before he looked at the camera, giving Dummy directions. "Autonomous prehensile propulsion suit test. Initialize sequence."
Brooke looked at Tony, giving him a nod before she looked at the record player. "Jarvis, drop my needle!"
Brooke looked over, chuckling as she watched Tony dance to the Christmas music. Brooke playfully rolled her eyes before she looked at her new suit, a piece of it flying over after she pointed at it. Tony watched it awe, his own attempts at summoning his suit failing. "How thefuck did you do that?" Tony asked before he hit his arm and gesturing to his suit, making a piece fly over.
"Alright, I think we got this." Brooke said, letting out a laugh as Tony sent her a nod. "Send them all."
Jarvis complied before he sent each piece, a couple flying behind the siblings. "Probably a little fast." Tony said, doing the time out motion with his hand. "Slow it down. Slow it down just a—" Tony started before he ducked, barely missing the foot of his suit, "—little bit."
"Cool it!—will you, Jarvis?" Brooke asked after she stopped herself from falling into the wine cellar.
"Come on. I ain't scared of you." Tony said before he flipped, the face of his suit falling into place. "I'm the best."
"—at pissing me off." Brooke said with a scoff, watching as the last piece of Tony's suit knocked him onto the floor.
"As always, sir, ma'am, a great pleasure watching you work."
