(Some pretty major IronStrange as well)
(HYDRA!AU, with Superior Iron Man. Don't like it? Don't read it. Thanks.
It's sort of my own interpretation of the universe, but I tried to stick within the canons I've seen on Instagram and Pinterest)
(Also this is less of a oneshot and more of a short story, ish? Now that I'm rereading it? And there's some sexual themes and references throughout, especially towards the end.)
(Also! Tony speaks (some) Spanish in various Iron Man comics, so I used that a little bit here, exactly once)
The smell of blood was thick in the air.
There were screams. There always were.
The field smelled like death and gunpowder, searing flesh and burning fabric.
Steve was darting from person to person, killing without mercy and smirking widely as he did so.
Tony was enjoying the show the blonde was putting on, his hair slick from sweat and blood.
"You gonna just sit there?" Steve calls to him, eyes narrowed. "Or are you going to lend a hand?"
"You don't seem to need it, Captain," Tony replies, flying closer to him. "You have things handled pretty well without me."
"What, afraid to get your suit dirty?" Steve retorts, shaking off his shield and watching the head he just severed roll away.
"I just don't find it necessary, Cap," Tony chuckles, firing at an overzealous SHIELD agent who tried to charge Rogers. Steve smiles darkly at Tony, shaking his head.
"If you're not careful, Strange will start second guessing your skills." Steve raises an eyebrow as Tony fumes with anger, glaring.
"He'd never, I'm too good, Rogers. I'm the best."
"The best at arrogance, sure." Steve snorts, before relenting with a grin. "Come on, you get some blood on you and I'll clean it if you want~" Steve turns away and darts off again, cutting down another agent.
He glances back slightly, in time to notice Tony's flight pattern falter and the white-suited man nearly tumble from the sky. He glares in Steve's direction, and the blonde winks, chuckling as he turns back to the fight.
"Fuck off, Steve!" Tony mutters, turning and firing at a group of agents. Bullets rain on him, and he relaxes, smirking. "Please, please, this is almost pathetic!" He laughs, swooping towards them.
The fight was over as quickly as it had begun, with many captured and three times as many dead. Some retreated, but not many.
"Not bad, Stark," Romanoff had said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. She smirks, knowing he hated it when people touched his suit. (Well... Most people, that is.)
Tony's lip curls slightly and he shrugs off her hand. "Same to you," he mutters, glancing down at the blood splattered across his pristine white suit. He sighs, eyes flicking up as Steve kicks one of the SHIELD agents to the ground, the blonde's face flecked with blood.
Tony found himself subconsciously checking the man for injuries, and was pleased to only see few superficial wounds.
The blonde glances at the brunet, a deep smirk tugging onto his face when he sees the blood. Tony scoffs, glancing away as portals begin to open.
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Marvel OneShots
FanfictionA bunch of Marvel OneShots!! Requests are always open until/unless a chapter says otherwise! If you don't ship, don't read the part! It's as simple as that. I'll try to get around to any and all requests as quickly as possible, but I am currently...
