100 Word Prompts
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/701707.
Rating:                Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:       Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories:            M/M, Multi
Fandom:                The Avengers (2012)
Relationships:         Steve Rogers/Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve
                       Rogers/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters:            Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner
Additional Tags:       mentions of Howard Stark - Freeform, Drabble Collection, 100 word
                       prompts, ranges from completely innocent to fairly smutty
Language:              English
Stats:                 Published: 2013-02-27 Updated: 2013-03-20 Words: 800 Chapters: 8/?
                                   100 Word Prompts
                                        by orphan_account
Summary
   A series of 100 word prompts, to try and get me back into the habit of writing. Contains a
   range of pairings, characters and themes in no particular order. Ranges from completely
   innocent to smut, or as smutty as you can get in 100 words.
                "Evidence": Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers
Dishevelled and exhausted but sated in a way he hadn’t been in a long time, Bruce smiled
lazily down at the man at his knees. Steve smiled back, sweet and innocent and somehow
thoroughly debauched at the same time. Perhaps, despite the expression, it was his hair, all
ruffled and mussed up from Bruce tugging on it. Perhaps it was those soft pink lips, all
bruised and swollen. Or, Bruce thought, watching Steve’s tongue run slowly over his lips, it
was the way he seemed to thoroughly enjoy having the sticky white evidence of Bruce’s
pleasure splattered over his face.
                            "I'm Here", Steve/Bucky
Hell. Steve had been through hell itself. Somewhere in the bowels of the building below, the
soldiers he’d freed ran wild. Hydra soldiers fought and screamed and died as the building
grew closer and closer to its demise. His own men fared no better, up against alien
technologies they couldn’t hope to match. Steve, however, only cared about one thing.
Kicking the door open, he jogged over to the operating table and leaned over the man trapped
there.
“Bucky,” he whispered, “Bucky, it’s going to be all right. I’m here. I’m here, and it’s my turn
to look after you.”
           "Funeral": Steve & Tony, mentions of Howard
“What was it like? Was he... I mean, I never got to say goodbye.”
It was raining. In the end, that was all Tony remembered about the funeral. There must have
been hundreds of people there, but Tony couldn’t have named a single one of them. He’d
never been close to his parents, but he’d felt oddly hollow watching the closed, polished
black coffins as they were slowly lowered into the ground. He hadn’t cried. No one had.
“It was what he would have wanted.”
Steve smiled. Despite lingering bitterness at having old wounds reopened, Tony found
himself smiling back.
               "Puppy Love": Steve & Tony (& Dummy)
Tony was definitely a cat person. He’d never seen the appeal of dogs. Whether you wanted
privacy or attention, a cat (usually) respected that. A cat was quiet. Clean. As far as Tony was
concerned, if there was ever a pet in Stark Tower, it would be a cat. That changed within five
minutes of Steve bringing a golden retriever puppy home without consulting him first. Steve
took the puppy straight down to Tony’s workshop and set it loose, where it immediately
befriended Dummy. Dog and robot darted around the room playing tag, and Tony laughed
until his sides ached.
                       "Blackboard"; Steve/Tony/Bruce
“It’s deceptively simple – all we need to do is isolate this, and...”
Steve and Tony exchanged identical, wicked grins. Neither of them were listening to the
words. It wasn’t what mattered. They were there with one shared objective. They wanted
Bruce. Oblivious, Bruce lectured on, sleeves rolled up around his elbows as he wrote out a
series of elegant equations.
“Any reason you’ve given him a blackboard and not a computer?” Steve whispered to Tony.
Moments later, Bruce dropped the piece of chalk he was holding and bent over to pick it up.
Quite suddenly, Steve had his answer.
“Genius.”
                                "Glove": Steve/Tony
With something bordering on reverence, Steve trailed his fingers over the cool metal of the
gauntlet. He knelt to get a better look. His fingers trailed over the interlocking pieces of red
and gold metal. Of all the parts that made up the armour, it was the gauntlets that fascinated
him the most.
A cold metal hand closed around his wrist. Startled, Steve looked up. The suit pulled him up
and trapped him, pinning him against the wall. As Steve tried to figure out how to override
whatever security mechanism he’d accidentally activated, the faceplate flicked up. Tony
grinned.
“Surprise.”
                                 Muse: Steve/Peggy
Graphite stained fingers stroked over her cheek. She watched his eyes flicking left and right,
taking in every last feature. As he considered his art, she thought of words. It didn’t seem so
long ago those eyes were bright and optimistic, mirroring clichés like the sky and ocean and
purest of sapphires. That was before he went to war. Steve Rogers had now seen enough
tragedy his eyes were no longer soft. They were hard, like the metal and ice that had taken his
friend. War had not been kind to him. Peggy hoped it would not take much more.
                               Magic: Thor & Tony
“You have great potential, Stark.”
Tony had dismissed the comment immediately. Thor was clearly talking nonsense. Potential
for what? Tony appeared to have everything he wanted.
“You think magic and science are two irreconcilable concepts. Where I am from, they are one
and the same.”
Ridiculous. Science was not magic, no matter what. Science was strict and precise. Science
was maths and measurements and mistakes.
Still... in the very depth of night, Tony recalled what Thor had told him of magic. He focused
his thoughts, concentrating on light and warmth and chemical equations and energy transfer.
He clicked his fingers.
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