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random snippet. I was paging through my enormous Scrivener Doc O’ Fanfic (this is a real thing and is not *all* of my fic, but is a bunch of different ones, mostly unpublished, and contains all of my SGA and MCU fic, and more; it’s three years old and about two point five million words, I just looked that up and am not exaggerating) and found this scrap, which is definitely Choice Is Not A Word -verse, and not part of any particular story but in that continuity. So here you go, because I have a feeling Full of Grace isn’t going to be kind to Tony. (There’s just not room for his POV, so he’s going to be the asshole because we don’t get to see his motivation. Sorry. I don’t dislike Tony, he’s just– well, he was so wrong in AOU it’s sort of impossible to have him be right in a compliant ‘verse.)
So anyway. Tony and Bucky are bros, and talk about Steve, in a short unfinished random snippet I liked when I found it just now. I miss writing Tony like this, and I miss Bucky’s POV. And I have ¾ of the final chapter of Facepunch written, BTW, just– the other story is addictively progressy at the moment so it’s hard to put down.
“You got any musical requests?” Tony asked.
Bucky sat on the low workbench— it wasn’t a gurney, absolutely wasn’t, and he didn’t have words for how grateful he was that it wasn’t anything anybody had ever mentioned— and kicked his feet a moment, considering. “Mastodon,” he said, “Leviathan.”
“Oooh,” Tony said, “that’s a good one.” He pointed one finger. “You’ve done some research.”
“Listening to music is my primary method of not freaking out,” Bucky said. “I may or may not have an encyclopedic knowledge of the music of the last nine decades or so.”
“I like music sort of punishingly loud,” Tony said, and it wasn’t a question but sort of was.
“I noticed,” Bucky said drily. “It’s probably better that way.”
“I always sort of wonder if Steve’s going to tell me off for it,” Tony said, “since he’s got something up with his hearing or whatever, but—“
“No,” Bucky said, “I don’t think his is much better than mine. It’s sharper, but it’s not like we hear things louder. Loud music is fine.”
“Ah,” Tony said.
“I don’t really get why you and Steve don’t get along,” Bucky said. “I mean, I know he’s an asshole, you don’t gotta tell me, but I can’t figure out why that bugs you, I’m an asshole and we get along fine.”
“You’re kind of the opposite of an asshole,” Tony said, frowning inexplicably.
Bucky made a face. “I guess you don’t get the typical Bucky Barnes experience,” he said. “I haven’t stolen your girl even once.”
“I figured that was hype,” Tony said.
Bucky laughed. “It was,” he said. “I never stole anybody’s girl.”
“And Steve’s not an asshole,” Tony said. “We just got off to a bad start, he and I. And I just keep… saying all the wrong things.”
“Naw,” Bucky said, “Steve’s an asshole. He tries, with you, though, so that’s good— he doesn’t try if he doesn’t think it’s worth it.”
“He tries more because of you,” Tony said. “I think he’s worried if he pisses me off I won’t help you.”
“No,” Bucky said, “that’s not it. He’s not worried about that. He’s just realizing it’s extra assholey to be a dick to you when you and I are buds.”
random snippet. I was paging through my enormous Scrivener Doc O’ Fanfic (this is a real thing and is not *all* of my fic, but is a bunch of different ones, mostly unpublished, and contains all of my SGA and MCU fic, and more; it’s three years old and about two point five million words, I just looked that up and am not exaggerating) and found this scrap, which is definitely Choice Is Not A Word -verse, and not part of any particular story but in that continuity. So here you go, because I have a feeling Full of Grace isn’t going to be kind to Tony. (There’s just not room for his POV, so he’s going to be the asshole because we don’t get to see his motivation. Sorry. I don’t dislike Tony, he’s just– well, he was so wrong in AOU it’s sort of impossible to have him be right in a compliant ‘verse.)
So anyway. Tony and Bucky are bros, and talk about Steve, in a short unfinished random snippet I liked when I found it just now. I miss writing Tony like this, and I miss Bucky’s POV. And I have ¾ of the final chapter of Facepunch written, BTW, just– the other story is addictively progressy at the moment so it’s hard to put down.
“You got any musical requests?” Tony asked.
Bucky sat on the low workbench— it wasn’t a gurney, absolutely wasn’t, and he didn’t have words for how grateful he was that it wasn’t anything anybody had ever mentioned— and kicked his feet a moment, considering. “Mastodon,” he said, “Leviathan.”
“Oooh,” Tony said, “that’s a good one.” He pointed one finger. “You’ve done some research.”
“Listening to music is my primary method of not freaking out,” Bucky said. “I may or may not have an encyclopedic knowledge of the music of the last nine decades or so.”
“I like music sort of punishingly loud,” Tony said, and it wasn’t a question but sort of was.
“I noticed,” Bucky said drily. “It’s probably better that way.”
“I always sort of wonder if Steve’s going to tell me off for it,” Tony said, “since he’s got something up with his hearing or whatever, but—“
“No,” Bucky said, “I don’t think his is much better than mine. It’s sharper, but it’s not like we hear things louder. Loud music is fine.”
“Ah,” Tony said.
“I don’t really get why you and Steve don’t get along,” Bucky said. “I mean, I know he’s an asshole, you don’t gotta tell me, but I can’t figure out why that bugs you, I’m an asshole and we get along fine.”
“You’re kind of the opposite of an asshole,” Tony said, frowning inexplicably.
Bucky made a face. “I guess you don’t get the typical Bucky Barnes experience,” he said. “I haven’t stolen your girl even once.”
“I figured that was hype,” Tony said.
Bucky laughed. “It was,” he said. “I never stole anybody’s girl.”
“And Steve’s not an asshole,” Tony said. “We just got off to a bad start, he and I. And I just keep… saying all the wrong things.”
“Naw,” Bucky said, “Steve’s an asshole. He tries, with you, though, so that’s good— he doesn’t try if he doesn’t think it’s worth it.”
“He tries more because of you,” Tony said. “I think he’s worried if he pisses me off I won’t help you.”
“No,” Bucky said, “that’s not it. He’s not worried about that. He’s just realizing it’s extra assholey to be a dick to you when you and I are buds.”
