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hamsterball2012-09-11 01:52 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote in hamsterball2012-09-11 01:52 pm
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MEME: AU Drabble Things
Speaking of AUs: I am blaming Dien and her tumblr for this.
1.) Tag in with your characters.GO GO GO!
2.) Someone else tags you with with an alternate universe setting. Inclusion of their character(s) in the AU is totally cool.
3.) Writea three-sentence ficdrabble-like thing in response.
4.) You tag others with AU prompts and get drabble-things in return.
Go on then
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You so don't have to do this. :D
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He knew he was insane when he decided to find Christopher’s boys, two years after the plane crash, but it seemed only right. Christopher and Anne had been there when his parents died, it was only fair he do the same for their boys.
“Tony! Tony, Steve threw the ball as far as he could and I still managed to hit it!” He came barrelling into the workshop, skidding to a halt on the ground next to Tony, eyes crackling red with excitement. “What are you doing?”
“The same thing I was this morning, bright eyes. I’m working on the propulsion system of the suit.”
“Mark eighteen,” Scott nodded. “Because seventeen got blown up, and Steve grounded you for a fortnight.”
“Oi, less of the smug.” He ruffled the boy’s hair. “Where’s Steve now?”
“Cooking lunch.” He leaned his chin on his hand, elbow on his knee. “Tony. I was a big help during that last fight against Loki. Even you said that.”
“Yeah, you were. But you’re still not joining the Avengers until you’re forty.”
“You said twenty one last time!”
“Last time you hadn’t put a grey streak in my beard by getting kidnapped by a supervillain.” He sighed and put down his work, throwing an arm around Scott. “I know you want to help, but even I’m not irresponsible enough to let a fourteen year old join the Avengers.”
“Xavier’s team have a sixteen year old.”
“The Avengers aren’t Xavier’s mob of vigilantes and you’re still not sixteen either.” He scruffled up the boy’s hair. “I can’t let anything happen to you until you’re old enough to look after my children. Right?”
“Tony,” Scott sighed with a long suffering roll of his eyes. “I don’t think you and Steve are going to be having kids any time soon.”
“Exact- Hey! Hang on, what?!”
Scott was already bounding for the stairs. “Like I didn’t know, Tony!”
“I meant Dummy, not, oh forget it.” He paused, then got up. “Actually, lets go and tell Steve that one, shall we?”
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Scott has Alex's powers and vice versa?
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It wasn’t like Alex. Alex who wore glasses sometimes to control his occasionally erratic powers and got dry eyes.
This was agony. Pain that lanced from his head, down his neck and shoulders and into his chest, where it felt like his ribs were cracking from the sternum to rip open and let the energy out.
The surgery was a drastic idea that Jean and Bobby had argued against. The harness and pipes worked, mostly, but they were clunky and vulnerable and he couldn’t live with the constant burning and tension and fear of when it was going to explode.
Hank agreed to do the procedure. To install the capacitor straight into his chest, the clunky pipes as threads that wove through his arms and hands like neres, replacing the damaged system that had taken his control from him.
“I’ll ask you one last time, Scott. Are you sure? This is major, major surgery.”
Scott thought about the heart attack pressure, the surge and build and release of radiations that he would never control. “Do it.”
At least this time, the tightness was the fear, not the imminent explosion.
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Speaking of: that time Scott was a trendsetter. Or at least thought he was.
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