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Bullet Holes at a Dance

Requested by: Anon

Written by: @lonelyshepherds

Prompt: “don’t cry” & Seth

Voices and soft music resounded along the room in the large ballroom as she turned her head every which way looking for the familiar silver hair that she loved. With a nervous gulp she reached into her hand purse and pulled out the small card asking her to come from Seth. He was so excited. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t here. He was a good man so she knew there was no possible chance of him standing her up...right? As nervousness creeped up further into her subconscious a warm chest collided with her, almost knocking her down. Peering up she saw light hair and a small glimmer of hope rose in her chest. It instantly faded away when she realized it was only Jonah. He stared down at her in shock and surprise. Lancelot was standing beside him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Alice?” Jonah blinked at her in confusion. “What are you doing here? This party is for members of the black and red army only.” His words were rude but Alice knew it was an honest question and wasn't coming from a mean place. Alice looked at her feet. “I know, but I was invited here.” Now it was Jonah’s turn to raise a brow. He leaned a little closer. “Oh? Who? Did he not show up…?” The white haired queen looked like he was readying himself to fight someone as his body tensed slightly. If Alice wasn’t so worried she might have laughed. Instead she gave a weak smile. “Kinda. I don’t think he would stand me up though. Seth never seemed like that type of person.”

The moment she said his name both of the men in front of her stiffened and went pale. Their eyes darted to look at each other, both clearly shaken with grim expressions. Alice furrowed her brows. “...What…? Why are you looking like that…?” Her voice came out quiet and when the two didn’t respond she almost spoke up again but Lancelot put a firm reassuring hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Do you know where the medical room is in this building?” Alice nodded. She had been to the neutral zone many times with Blanc. He had shown her most of the political buildings in the area and gave a few tours in case I needed them. Lancelot’s voice seemed hushed and urgent. “Kyle is there. Go there quietly and tell no one.” he backed away and gave her a curt nod before turning and walking to the middle of the room. Jonah looked back and forth between the two with concerned and unsure eyes before giving a hopeful nod in her direction and following his leader. Something was wrong and the way those two were acting made this feeling intensify tenfold as she began walking towards the clinic.

The tap of Alice’s heels on the tile made her anxiety rise as she walked quickly to the medical area. Being in a dimly lit hall in a building she wasn’t the most familiar with by herself wasn’t the most comforting thing but the way Jonah and Lancelot had acted sparked an intense worry in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong with Seth. She could tell that much. A bit of relief settled on her when she saw the door to the medical room. With her resolve steeled she took in a sharp breath and knocked on the door as softly as she could. A few steps came from inside the room before the door cracked open with kyle peeking out from behind it. His eyes darted around the hallway before resting on Alice and softening as he opened the door with one of his signature carefree smiles. “Alice. Haven’t seen you in forever.” Alice almost missed the blood stains on his dress shirt as her eyes widened. “Where is Seth…?” With eyes shining with determination she stared up at Kyle who dropped his act. He looked around the hallway before pulling her in the room.

Alice couldn’t breathe because of the scene in front of her. Seth was lying on one of the beds in the room, his white dress shirt in a crumpled mess on the floor with multiple bloody stains on it. Bandages were wrapped around his torso and she could see blood stains on those as well. A tray filled with used towels stained red and medical instruments all fresh from a procedure. Alice placed one of her hands over her mouth as a hand pressed against the middle of her back. Kyle was silent beside her as she recovered, doing whatever he could do help calm her. He knew this might take her a while.

After a few moments she caught her breath and looked at Kyle again after ripping her eyes away from the nightmarish scene in front of her. “Kyle...What the fuck happened??” Kyle paused to take a deep breath and grabbed one of the chairs on the opposite wall. He sat in one and offered her another. She sat and waited for his answer. His eyes drifted to Seth’s sleeping form with a worried expression as he began to talk. “When the other members of the army and I were walking up the steps of this place, Seth stumbled out of the woods mumbling...something. He could barely walk and passed out. Started bleeding all over the place. Zero helped me bring him here without much notice from others so we are keeping him here overnight with the permission of the owner of the building. We will move him to somewhere safer tomorrow. For now he needs rest.” his voice was hushed as to not stir the wounded. Alice ran her fingers through her hair, trying to calm down as she took in all this information. “...How bad is he hurt..?” Kyle bit his cheek for a moment as his eyes narrowed. “Honestly, pretty bad. He was shot a few times. Barely missed his lungs. I did emergency surgery to get the bullets out. Seth survived that luckily, but now he just has to rest tonight and he should be fine.”

Alice took all of this in while she sat there in silence. She stared at the floor as emotions welled up in her. She knew it was was a stupid idea but somehow this felt like her fault, like if he hadn’t asked her to come he would have been fine. She had the biggest crush on him for the longest time and when she finally was greedy and accepted one of his advances; this happened. Wordlessly she pulled her chair to Seth’s bedside and rested her arms on the mattress beside him and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. This was the least she could do.

Kyle looked at his watch behind her. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stripped from his bloodstained lab coat. “Alice, I need to get back to the party. If anyone notices I’m gone it might look suspicious and god knows we don’t want any angry gunmen on our tails before we pinpoint who they are. Do you mind staying here with him until the party is over? We will come back and move the both of you once it's all over.” Kyle stepped over to her and grabbed her hand to place a small communication device into her hand. “If anything suspicious happens, press the button here and it will let me know something is wrong and I will come running. Ok?” Alice nodded with determination flaring behind her eyes. Kyle smiled at this as he began to leave. Once alone Alice had time to let her mind wander as she watched Seth sleeping. She couldn’t help the emotions welling up in her. Seeing Seth like this pained her greatly. Eventually she worked up the courage to grab his hand and hold it. He did not stir. Good. She held his hand with a tender touch as she tried warming the skin up with her own, remembering all the times they had spent back at the black army headquarters. She wanted him to wake up and feel better so badly and for him to be safe.

Alice wasn’t sure how much time had passed but much later Seth let out a soft groan as his eyes cracked open. His fingers closed around her hand unknowingly as he struggled to grasp where he was, looking around the dimly lit medical room in a daze. His eyes finally met hers. He looked shocked for a moment but plastered a smile on his face to hide his displeasure. She wasn’t supposed to see him like this.

“Hey Alice~”

She stayed silent. This wasn’t good. Seth gave her hand a light squeeze. “Oh come on. No smile for me? That’s all that would make me feel better you know.” His voice was light and playful but that only made Alice feel worse and it was plain on her face. She grit her teeth. “Seth, stop it…” He frowned. Tracing his thumb across her hand he looked up at her, concerned, his wide smile gone and replaced with a much softer yet sad smile. “Alice, its ok, I’m fine. Just a few-”

“You almost died Seth!!” She cut him off. Her sudden loud outburst surprised him as he watched her, his eyes wide. “How can you be so nonchalant about this? You were shot for god sakes! How the hell can you smile like that at me when-” her voice broke and she had to pause as hot tears began streaming down her cheeks. She pulled one of her hands away to wipe them away quickly. ��When this is my fault.” Her voice came out in a strained whimper that pained Seth down to his core. He watched her for a moment shocked that she was crying for him. He pursed his lips together and lifted his palms to brush her cheeks.

“Alice...look at me.” His voice was much deeper and more serious than usual. Biting her lip, Alice took her hands away from her face and did as she was told. This was the first time she had seen him this serious. He gently held her cheeks in his palms as he tenderly wiped away the tears with his thumbs just as fast as they came. “Alice, I want you to look at me... You had no part in this, ok?” His voice was stern and had a tone of finality to it as if he were telling her there was no question to it. She still wasn’t convinced but nodded anyway, too engrossed in the feeling of the warmth of his palms on her cheeks to protest. She still sniffled and tears still spilled out only to be wiped away by his gentle touch. “There, there.” Seth’s tone was much more gentle, almost a whisper now. “Don’t cry.” A patient and affectionate smile rested on his lips as he continued this for as long as she needed. Minutes passed by and she had finally calmed down. He trailed his fingers down her neck before resting them on the bed. Alice relaxed into the touch and couldn’t believe how intimately he was touching her but the bliss soon turned to panic.

Seth was making a pained face as he lifted himself into a sitting position on the bed. He was somehow still nimble even with this much pain but Kyle’s words came into her mind again as she put a hand on his shoulder. “Seth what are you doing?! You need to rest.” She put as much desperation into her voice as she could but he swung his legs off the side of the bed as he grabbed her hands, lifting them gently into his and giving her the sweetest smile. A true smile. “I took you here tonight to dance with you.” Seth stood slowly even with all of the protest from his own body and from Alice beside him.

“So Alice, will you dance with me?”

Alice’s mind was reeling. “But Seth, you need to rest!” “I can rest after our dance.” Alice pursed her lips and was considering protesting more but the soft yet determined look on Seth’s face told her he wasn’t budging. With a sigh she stood and as Seth intertwined their fingers his grin widened ever so slightly. He untangled one of their hands and ran his hand down her arm slowly, only stopping when his palm came to her back. With a slow movement he pressed her to him as he slowly began to sway. She blushed as she realized just now that he was very shirtless and very warm against her face. Pushing her embarrassment down she let her cheek rest against his bare chest and her arm slide around his back. After a moment of this, Seth took a breath and began humming a slow and romantic tune that they swayed to.

The two swayed in one of the most slow and gentle slow dances she had ever seen. Gentle steps here and there as they danced to the soft tune he sung. Alice soaked in his warmth with a hidden smile on her lips that only grew when she felt his nose and lips rest atop her head, drawing her closer to him, something she didn’t think was possible. She could feel the vibrations from his humming like this and it only made her heart beat faster. A few more heartbeats passed and she could feel him leaning on her more and more. His breathing was becoming more shallow and breathy through the humming too. Holding her a bit tighter, he took in a light breath as the final note finished the song. A long pause passed between the two before he pressed his lips gently to the top of her head. “I’m sorry that I made you cry...” She shook her head which was still pressed tightly to his chest as she slowly lead him towards the bed. “It’s ok...Thank you for the dance.” She sat him down ever so gently but he still grit his teeth and couldn’t help but let out a pained hiss. She finally lifted her head and saw the sweat beading on his head. “Seth, hold on. I think you have a fever.” She went to the sink in the side of the room and grabbed a washcloth to wet it. Bringing it back over she gently helped him ease down to laying on his back as she gently dabbed the washcloth on his head. She didn’t miss how he was intently staring at her. Suddenly he smiled one of his wide flashy grins.

“I wouldn’t mind being shot every day if it meant you could take care of me like this.”

Alice nearly snorted while holding back her laugh. “Stop that! What are you even saying.”

“I’m saying that I like you…”

His smile was much more genuine as he spoke, the words barely registering in her ears. Once it finally hit her a blush spread like wildfire across her cheeks. “Seth! I um-” She jolted when his hand wrapped around her own, causing her to drop the washcloth onto the floor. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her fingers ever so gently. “I don’t know if this is me or my fever talking but I do know that I do like you...a lot.” His lips moved up to the top of her hand. His other hand trailed up her other arm, her neck, and rested on her cheek as he continued softly kissing her hand, moving to her wrist. She must be dreaming. This is all too much. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest when she saw his eyes look up at her again, his face much closer than before, or did she move closer to him? She wasn’t sure at his point. He kissed her arm softly and she bit her lip. “Alice, will you go out with me?” He lifted his head as his hand on her cheek went to the back of her neck. She was totally captivated. Leaning towards him slowly, almost in a trance she began to speak. He could feel her breath hot on his lips. “I, um-”

“Alice are you ok!?”

The door busted open as Kyle, Luka, and Zero ran in, swords drawn. All three looked panicked and ready to fight until they saw the scene in front of them. Zero and Luka both blushed and looked at anything else in the room while kyle had an expression that was a mixture of disappointment and disgust as he rubbed his temples. “Alice I said to watch him and let him rest, not make out with him…” Alice had bolted away as soon as she could and now couldn’t look anyone in the eyes as she covered her mouth. Seth only glared lightly at the trio. Alice glanced over to the bed and noticed a tiny flickering light under Seth’s leg. He must have sat on the alarm when he sat back down and triggered it. As Kyle sighed and walked towards his patient to make sure nothing had opened up, Alice stood and began walking away, her blush growing.

“Yes…”

It took a moment to register for Seth but after a moment his eyes lit up at her answer, followed by a bright grin. Kyle and the rest seemed confused but she didn’t care. Somehow this nightmare of a night had turned into a romantic proposal. Taking a seat against the wall she watched as Kyle examined Seth who was giving her small glances when he got the chance. She was still so worried for him but she really couldn’t help smiling back at him with giddy excitement.

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drkoestersmithrpg · 4 years

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Still - The Story Of Peter

“You’re not coming because I need to fight off a surviving HYDRA cell and I can’t do that while I’m fighting off you,” he snapped.

Peter was glad Tony’s helmet was still on. He didn’t want to see Tony’s face right now.

He spoke some more about Peter’s age, about how being childish and being an adult, about how Peter needed to scratch an itch and how easier it would be if he did that on campus. “Besides, even if it were a good idea, which it isn’t, Aunt May would kill me.”

“Before or after Doc Oc kills me?” Peter spat, furious. “We’re superheroes Tony, we don’t follow these rules…” he tried but Tony cut him off.

“And quit fucking with my playlist,” he called out as he walked away. “I ended your access to FRIDAY. We’re not playing your songs anymore.”

His thrusters were engaged by then, so he didn’t hear Peter’s comment about things he expected, and things he had planned for.

Which was why Tony Stark went back to his penthouse and packed for his trip while listening to Puddle of Mud’s ‘She Fucking Hates Me’ blasting from every room.

At least until he figured out how to hack Protocol 13.

Time #3 The One I Like

The REAL #3 (which was NOT the real #3, it was the fanfic #3, but who cared? It was Peter liked the most) involved winding up on the wrong side of a helicopter when the helicopter collided with the East River.

A lot of that was something he did NOT LIKE thinking about, let alone talking about. But what the hell? It was the reason Tony took him to bed in the first place.

He had signaled for backup as soon as he realized there were too many civilians involved. He had been told War Machine was on his way – areal privilege (and also the only Avenger in town.)

The villain (she had not yet been named by the media, so she was only ‘her’ in Peter’s mind) and a lot of tech and was using it well. But she was also clearly badshit crazy, and Peter’s constant attempts to talk her down were met with either nonsense or violence. Still she couldn’t answer technical questions about the exoskeleton suit she as wearing, which means she didn’t design it. And the conversations she was having with people that weren’t there? Peter was getting the overwhelming sensation that this woman was getting information from somewhere else, which meant she might be more of a victim than villain.

Besides, when she hit him it didn’t even hurt. It was easy to stay patient.

Until she started flinging him away like a bug.

The first two times he webbed a nearby building with ease, pulling himself right back to her and continuing the conversation. Every journey back entailed frantic arguments with an approaching War Machine, desperately trying to explain why he thought this woman needed to be rescued, not pummeled.

He felt like he was actually getting somewhere, at least with her, when she flung him the third time, with far more force than he was expecting, towards the bay.

Honestly, if the helicopter had not been in the way it wouldn’t have mattered. He had been tossed ‘into the drink’ before.

What happened underwater he could only remember in pieces. He felt like a rattled cage. His entire left side – arms, ribs, organs – felt like shattered crystal held only together by the skin that contained them. He fought free of the helicopter, trying to find the pilots, then lost the vehicle altogether. With only his right arm working he tried to swim for the surface, only to admit after a few minutes that he had no idea where the surface was. He could be swimming straight down for all he knew. It was so cold, and getting colder.

There had been voices on his com, off and on, but KAREN wasn’t talking to him at all. He heard Tony’s voice (but that didn’t matter, Tony was overseas) and Rhodey. The words “…visual on Spider-Man. Do you have a visual on Spider-Man?” That was Tony’s voice – oh crap. Tony knew. Tony knew he took out a helicopter and landed it in the bay.

Then heard, or thought he heard, Rhodey ‘s voice say “He took a helicopter blade to the torso, Tony,” and Tony say something about Dr. Cho – but all he really knew was that KAREN was broken. Tony would be so pissed.

There was another voice in his head though, a voice that was clearly not KAREN but was calm and comforting just the same. “If you stop fighting you’ll float. If you float, you’ll float up. Then you’ll know which way ‘up’ is.”

He wasn’t sure if he should trust the voice. He had a head injury, and wasn’t sure he should be trusting his own thoughts at all. But everything from his teeth to his toes hurt, and not fighting sounded wonderful. It didn’t sound like giving up. It didn’t sound like giving up at all.

The next thing he knew he was being carried, bride-like, through the air by Tony. That was a dream, obviously, because Tony was still en route from the Avengers mission in Serbia. It was just a Sentinel anyway, as Peter found out when he came to with a start and tried to fight it off with his one good arm.

The Sentinel landed on a roof top and Peter’s dream kept getting better, because now Tony was landing and stepping out of his suit. And now Tony was gathering his wet body up in his arms and whispering “Its’ ok, it’s ok, I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t a very good dream – Peter didn’t like being called baby in dreams, or in reality for that matter – also everything from his teeth to his toes hurt, but he would take what he could get. He wrapped his only good arm around Tony and held on tight.

He tried to disengage his mask but it wasn’t responding and he was too rattled to fight with it. So there was no kissing as Tony looked down into his face, he only looked up into Tony’s eyes, reveled in the fact that he was being held in Tony’s arms, and said “Oh crap that’s a news copter.”

“Oh gosh May knows, May knows I went in the water,” Peter said as Tony pulled away as the news copter circled round them. “FRIDAY, Lois Lane protocol – message – Conscience, responsive, worried about you.”

“You’re going home or going to Dr. Cho Kid, which will it be?”

“Home,” Peter said, realizing slowly that this wasn’t a dream. (If it had been a dream, Tony would still be holding him.)

“Can you get there on your own?”

He couldn’t.

And that’s why New York City was treated to the sight, courtesy of News Cannel 10, of Spider-Man riding Ironman, hero-landing style, through the streets of a cheering city.

When they landed on top of Peter’s building Tony disengaged his mask long enough to say “When you’re ready, come to the Tower.

“You can play any music you want.”

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He had broken all his ribs on that side, and possibly his lung, he was pretty damn sure. That’s why he waited before making his booty call to Stark Tower. He didn’t want to be wincing when Tony fucked him, and by gosh he was NOT going to ask the man to be gentle!!

Can I come by at 7:00 tomorrow night? He texted.

I’ll be here.

was all Tony said, in typical noncommittal fashion.

Peter was well enough to go to school the next day. He limped a little, and favored his good arm, but mostly he just smiled like an idiot. He had worn Tony down. He had played the game perfectly. He had won. And tonight, he was going to get nailed by one Tony Stark.

He was nervous as all hell, swinging his way to the tower. He tried to distract himself by picking the song they would dance to (that dance was going to end his way this time dammit.) Just in case Tony hadn’t picked one.

When he arrived at Stark Tower, his question was answered.

Tony was waiting for him, dressed in a battered t-shirt, sweats. Barefoot. His face looked mournful.

The song he had chosen? ‘Rooster’, Alice in Chains.

They embraced before they started dancing. “I almost lost you in the drink, Kid,” Tony murmured into his hair, but Peter brushed it off. They briefly discussed May and his injuries, but Peter pressed his body against Tony’s, his head against his chest. He didn’t want to talk about the helicopter, didn’t want to think about it. His dream was coming true, he was going to wrap his legs around Tony Stark and get pounded into oblivion. He was going to find out what Tony’s O face looked like. He didn’t want to think about anything else.

Although the lyrics of the song FRIDAY was playing were a little disconcerting.

“Here, they come to snuff the rooster, ah yeah. You know he aint gonna die….”

“This is a very strange song to dance to, Tony,” Peter said, looking up into a concerned face.

“I don’t think we should be critiquing each other’s taste in music just now,” Tony whispered.

Peter slipped his hand out of Tony’s hand and to his cheek. He wasn’t waiting anymore. He moved up for a kiss.

“Oh god Kid, why didn’t you give up when I asked you to?” Tony moaned, even as he wrapped Peter up in his arms, and Peter grinned from ear to ear.

Because he knew the answer – he just hoped someone would ask the question.

“Because you kept telling me what *I* wanted, and what I didn’t want, and you never told me what *you* wanted, and didn’t want. If you had told me you didn’t want me that way I would have given up, but you never said that.

“I thought I did.”

“You kinda did, yes,” Peter said, grinning. “But when you said that you were also doing this…”

He moved Tony’s hand down to his ass.

“This is what you wanted to do,” Peter said gently, even as Tony started squeezing and kneading him hungrily, his other hand joining the first, pressing their bodies together. “And because you wanted it, I wanted it too.”

“But I did tell you what I wanted, I told you I wanted you to stop,” Tony said, right before he kissed him.

Tangling his hands in Peter’s hair he pulled Peter’s head to the left, kissing down the side of his face and into the crook of his neck.

Peter was glad, because it hid his face. He didn’t want Tony to see. He didn’t want Tony to see his eyes.

His eyes were wide. Even as Tony crushed their bodies together his eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open.

At that moment, he realized what Tony had actually said on top of the building.

He had said that Peter was childish, hearing the word “no” and choosing to ignore it. He had pointed out that the adult thing to do would be to listen to the other adult; the other adult who was saying “no, this isn’t going to happen.”

And Peter had been childish. Peter had ignored Tony’s no, had set out to pester him until he worn the other man down. Had that been the right thing to do?

He pulled away a little to look up into Tony’s face. He didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to know the answer…

…and then Tony, with a little smile and a painful look of sadness, took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

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