snowdarkred

Title: some day they'll go down together
Author: snowdarkred 
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark pre-slash/UST
Universe: modern AU
Rating/Warning: PG-13, swearing and a side order of abuse
Word Count: ~3.5K
Beta: shanachie_quill  gave this a quick glance over for me. Because she is awesome.

Author's Note: This is actually intended to be the first of a series, but since it can stand alone, I thought I'd go ahead and post it. This fic? Was so goddamn fun. It was probably the most fun I've had writing something in ages. Seriously. I've been meaning to do a non-superheroes AU since forever, and this was what came together. It was a blast. Title is from The Story of Bonnie and Clyde, a poem written by Bonnie Parker, one half of the (in)famous duo.

And for visuals: this is teen!Tony and this is teen!Steve. Much thanks to anruiukimi  and shanachie_quill  for dealing with my flailing and obsessing about who should "play" each character, and even more thanks to shanachie_quill  who took my spelling to task. You guys rock!


Summary: It's a hard decision to make, but Steve can't let Tony go alone. He just can't.

some day they'll go down together

 

( When Steve opens the door, the first thing he sees sends him into a swearing streak so wide and foul that his mother stops messing around with her flour in the kitchen and comes over to see what set him off. )

 

1. Good God am I over-worked. I'm working 25 hours next week. TWENTY-FIVE. Jesus Christ. [Poll #1632353]

UNTITLED.
WIP.
INCOMPLETE.
STEVE/TONY
~700 WORDS.

I have a problem. The problem is that I have a thousand other things I should be working on, but instead I started to write this. Quick, someone enable me!

 

( When Steve opens the door, the first thing he sees sends him into a swearing streak so wide and foul that his mother stops messing around with her flour in the kitchen and comes over to see what set him off. Tony is standing in the Rogers' doorway, one side of his face bruised, holding his shoulder funny. )

The good: I HAVE A JOB! Admittedly not a very exciting job - I'm a hostess at an Asian restaurant near my house - but at least it's a job, right? \o/ My feet hurt, my boss is kind of an asshole, but I have an income! And that, my friends, is very good news.

The SO-SO: My computer was out of commission for a while - I may or may not have fried the little bugger - but it's back now. Hopefully it'll keep going for a few more months, because I have no money with which to replace it. Sadly, almost all of the pics on here are gone - including my icons and some of the banners and stuff that people have made for me over the years, which sucks - but my stepdad somehow managed to save most of my documents....WHICH MEANS THAT I WON'T HAVE TO START OVER ON MY BIGBANG....not that I had much to begin with. But, just in case you were wondering, the broken computer thing was why I haven't been around in the past week. That and the job. Rather time consuming, as I'm sure you know.

The Bad: I am so far behind on all my writing projects. Like, wow, goddamn, I'm really far behind. I hardly have anything written at all. Oops.

The Worse: Leto, my biggest dog, has shown signs of limping again, and I honestly don't know what we're going to do if his shoulders are acting up again. We already spent an obscene amount of money getting him a surgery for last time; if he's still in pain, we may have to put him down. D:

The FUCK MY LIFE: I paid my college tuition, looked at my bank account, and cried. Goddamn, I don't know how I'm going to make it for another year. My job pays good - 7 buck an hour - but I have no financial help in paying for books or tuition or anything, and I can't work all the time. I still have to eat and go places and occasionally buy a used book, or I might go crazy. And I don't know how much longer my little computer will keep going. Though, thanks to anruiukimi 's help, I found a place where I might be able to replace her if she fails again without selling my soul or prostitution. :D

The fact is, life sucks. FML.

BONUS:

( Ugh. Really? )

On a completely different note, I have now started an epic Criminal Minds/Leverage/Losers/NCIS/Covert Affairs xover. I think there's something wrong with me.

PS- ravenclaw_wench , YOU SUCK!!!!!!! >:(

One day, I'm going to lose my shit and kill someone.

I'm sure you've all heard me rant at some point about my Shitty Childhood, though I add the same disclaimer every time – AKA, I know that there are definitely people out there who've had worse; I even know several of those people. I'm even friends with some of those people. But that doesn't mean that my childhood was fun or easy going or, goddammit, enjoyable. Fuck no.

I bring this up now because I just lost control of myself and got super pissed at my mom, and started crying because that's my response to being emotional, because of something that she said, which is still burning at me. Because, seriously, what the actual fuck!?!?

What happened: One of my good friends got a tattoo. Just a little one, just below her collarbone. It's her favorite line from her favorite song by her favorite band. And it has personal significance to her. And my mother and I have talked in the past about tattoos and the one my mom wants. So I showed her the pic of it (here) and my mom's response was...less than encouraging. Basically it was, 'Oh, look at what the freak girl did now, why is my daughter friends with her?'

My response: RAGE.

Con-chan has helped me through some seriously tough shit, shit that my mother refused to see and buried her head in the sand about because that was easier than seeing proof of how her husband's behavior fucked me over. Con-chan (aka, Zoe) introduced me to the people who saved my fucking life. And Mom's response was THAT? Fuck that. Why is her 'spirit animal turtle' better than three words? Why does her symbol of self expression mean more than Zoe's?

(To top it all off, my mother has gotten her bellybutton pierced at some point, and the only reason she took it out was because there was some sort of problem with it. That's right, she got her BELLYBUTTON pierced.)

And I probably wouldn't have lost it so much if she wasn't like that TO ALL MY FRIENDS. Which is why, in HS, no one wanted to come over to my house. When you're face with hate everyday at school, you don't want to hang out at a place where it's obvious someone is judging you. Mom likes to think that she's this liberal and accepting person just because she's ~bisexual and lived with a woman for seven years, but she turns her nose up at everyone who doesn't fit into a box. Even now, if I try to wear my fox hat (NOT made of fox, but an orange hat with ears) anywhere near her, she'll refuse to be seen with me in public. Because what random ass people we don't know really fucking matter.

(EX: I was telling her about the awesomeness that is Misha Collins life, and I got to the bit about he and his wife's recommitment ceremony (which was adorable) and her reaction was 'That's weird and strange and uh'. (For those that don't know, his wife dress in a suit and he dressed in a wedding dress. With makeup.) I didn't even mention that his wife wrote a practical guide to living in a threesome and making it work. So much for your ~bisexual understanding, Mom. And I say this a bisexual.)

And the thing that makes me RAGE is that she DOESN'T KNOW ZOE. Because she doesn't want to. Because she sees Zoe's hair and her jewelry and the fact that she doesn't care about what other people think, and she has a DO NOT WANT reaction that makes me what to hit something. Zoe SAVED MY LIFE by being there for me. Zoe defended me against people who wanted to hurt me. Zoe was there when I needed her. Mom? Nope.

My stepfather tells me repeatedly for years that I'm a horrible human being incapable of feeling love? She does nothing. Zoe? Holds me when I cry for two hours straight every few weeks.

I have a panic attack because there are just too many damn people around me and I can't fucking breath? Mom tells me to get over it because she can't see what the problem is. Zoe? Tells everyone to fuck off and makes sure that there's always someone I know next to me so that I have someone to clutch at.

Stepfather punches a hole in my wall because I didn't fold his pants right? Mom asks me 'Why do you have to make him so angry?' Zoe? Offers me a place to stay.

And my mother wondered why I got emotional when she called Zoe a freak. Zoe may not care, but I can't stand to see someone who's done THAT MUCH for me completely dismissed by someone who doesn't know her and makes it clear that she doesn't WANT to know her.

I wonder how Mom is going to react when I get flectere si nequeo superos, achaeronta movebo (translates as If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell) tattooed on my back.

[Poll #1580467]Also, I'm fiddling with my current tags. :D