Watchers on the Wall
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Fandom: Iron Man, Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Pairings, Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Language: English
Categories/Warnings: crossover, AU, pre-slash
Beta: not beta-ed
Disclaimer: I don't own the Iron Man/Avengers-universe. I'm just borrowing some of its characters to play a little bit with them. In no way do I intend to claim them as mine or make any money with this. The world of Game of Thrones belongs to G.R.R. Martin, but since I didn't use any of his characters I hope the "no-fanfic" rule wasn't bent that much. ;)
Summary: „So, what made you take the black?“ Tony asks cheerily, because he is nothing if not nosy. [Avengers/Game of Thrones AU/crossover]
A/N: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark at the Night's Watch. IDEK, I just needed to get this written down. Nothing much happens, but PG-13, just to be sure. Not beta-ed, but I'll gladly correct anything pointed out to me.
Watchers on the Wall
„So, what made you take the black?“ Tony asks cheerily, because he is nothing if not nosy and it's been over a week since the new man arrived with no useful information about him so far. Tony has been pestering everyone, from the cooks to the blacksmith to the master-of-arms, but they could or would not tell him anything about Steven Rogers. No one ever tells him anything.
„I'm on watch,“ Rogers says curtly, not even looking at him as he does so.
„I can see that,“ Tony drawls. „Doesn't mean you can't spit out a word every once in a while. The gods know nothing much happens up here.“
There is a sharp gust of wind and Tony scrunches up his nose at the biting cold. He hates the winds up on the Wall, but Rogers manages to look unfazed and as grave as ever. Tony hates him for that, too.
„There is nothing I would want to talk to you about.“
And perhaps that is true. Rogers looks far too noble for the Wall, and it's not only because of the fine leathers he wears or his cultivated behaviour. There is something in his stance, the way he holds a sword at practice and how he always waits for his opponents to stand up before striking again. He has the air of a knight, probably even a nobleman. To fall so lowly that you ended up on the Wall is nothing anyone would want to talk about.
„Probably got a nobleman's daugther with child, eh?“ Tony says then, because he is nothing if not insolent. Before Rogers can glare at him viciously, there is a shout from the far end of the Wall.
„Stark, get your skinny arse over here! There's something not working with the Cage.“
„Be right there,“ he shouts back, then grins at Rogers' startled look.
„Stark? Stark of Winterfell?“ he asks sceptically, for the first time really looking Tony in the face.
„Pleased to meet you. I'm the guy for the mechanics around here. The Cage was my idea, actually.“
„Are you a son of Howard's?“ Rogers still seems sceptical, scrutinising Tony's features as if he was trying to find some sort of resemblance to his father.
„I fear I am.“
„Oh. Well, I knew him. I fought by his side a couple of times, back then. He was a good man.“
Rogers' voice has gone soft, almost wistful and it annoys Tony that his dead father drew a reaction out of Steve Rogers when he couldn't. So he snaps: „Now, was he? I never knew. He sent me off to the Wall once it was clear I would never be the responsible lord he wanted for Winterfell. Luckily, I still had many other brothers to take the place for me.“
Rogers looks taken aback and, for a moment, even rueful. „I- I didn't mean to-“
„I'm sure you didn't,“ Tony says with a sweet, sarcastic smile. „Nevermind. I have things to take care of.“
He is about to leave when Rogers' clear voice lets him stop dead in his tracks.
„I caught some of the other knights mistreating the prisoners we had made at the last battle. They were beating them, one of them even tried to rape one of the women. I wouldn't stand for it and stopped them.“ Rogers pauses, his breath puffing out in the air like small clouds. „One knight was beaten unconscious, one lost his hand, another one his life. But when our lord came, they turned on me, told him I was the one who did these things to the prisoners. He believed them, but he gave me a choice. And I chose the black.“
At that, Tony is quiet for a while. Just stares at the grim line that is Rogers' mouth and the bitterness in his eyes. He was right, Rogers is far too noble for this place. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the shouting starts again, more exasparated this time.
„Stark!“
Rolling his eyes he snarls „coming!“ over his shoulder and shoots an apologetic glance at Rogers, who nods in understanding.
„Maybe we could talk again?“ he asks tentatively, blue eyes flickering with something that might be hope. Tony can't help the twitching of his mouth nor the small grin that follows.
„Oh, don't worry. It's not like anyone of us is going anywhere.“
He winks and leaves quickly, but he doesn't think he imagines the small smile he sees on Steven Rogers' lips when he turns away. He is nothing if not persuasive, after all.
ayascythe Fandom: Iron Man, Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Pairings, Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Language: English
Categories/Warnings: crossover, AU, pre-slash
Beta: not beta-ed
Disclaimer: I don't own the Iron Man/Avengers-universe. I'm just borrowing some of its characters to play a little bit with them. In no way do I intend to claim them as mine or make any money with this. The world of Game of Thrones belongs to G.R.R. Martin, but since I didn't use any of his characters I hope the "no-fanfic" rule wasn't bent that much. ;)
Summary: „So, what made you take the black?“ Tony asks cheerily, because he is nothing if not nosy. [Avengers/Game of Thrones AU/crossover]
A/N: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark at the Night's Watch. IDEK, I just needed to get this written down. Nothing much happens, but PG-13, just to be sure. Not beta-ed, but I'll gladly correct anything pointed out to me.
Watchers on the Wall
„So, what made you take the black?“ Tony asks cheerily, because he is nothing if not nosy and it's been over a week since the new man arrived with no useful information about him so far. Tony has been pestering everyone, from the cooks to the blacksmith to the master-of-arms, but they could or would not tell him anything about Steven Rogers. No one ever tells him anything.
„I'm on watch,“ Rogers says curtly, not even looking at him as he does so.
„I can see that,“ Tony drawls. „Doesn't mean you can't spit out a word every once in a while. The gods know nothing much happens up here.“
There is a sharp gust of wind and Tony scrunches up his nose at the biting cold. He hates the winds up on the Wall, but Rogers manages to look unfazed and as grave as ever. Tony hates him for that, too.
„There is nothing I would want to talk to you about.“
And perhaps that is true. Rogers looks far too noble for the Wall, and it's not only because of the fine leathers he wears or his cultivated behaviour. There is something in his stance, the way he holds a sword at practice and how he always waits for his opponents to stand up before striking again. He has the air of a knight, probably even a nobleman. To fall so lowly that you ended up on the Wall is nothing anyone would want to talk about.
„Probably got a nobleman's daugther with child, eh?“ Tony says then, because he is nothing if not insolent. Before Rogers can glare at him viciously, there is a shout from the far end of the Wall.
„Stark, get your skinny arse over here! There's something not working with the Cage.“
„Be right there,“ he shouts back, then grins at Rogers' startled look.
„Stark? Stark of Winterfell?“ he asks sceptically, for the first time really looking Tony in the face.
„Pleased to meet you. I'm the guy for the mechanics around here. The Cage was my idea, actually.“
„Are you a son of Howard's?“ Rogers still seems sceptical, scrutinising Tony's features as if he was trying to find some sort of resemblance to his father.
„I fear I am.“
„Oh. Well, I knew him. I fought by his side a couple of times, back then. He was a good man.“
Rogers' voice has gone soft, almost wistful and it annoys Tony that his dead father drew a reaction out of Steve Rogers when he couldn't. So he snaps: „Now, was he? I never knew. He sent me off to the Wall once it was clear I would never be the responsible lord he wanted for Winterfell. Luckily, I still had many other brothers to take the place for me.“
Rogers looks taken aback and, for a moment, even rueful. „I- I didn't mean to-“
„I'm sure you didn't,“ Tony says with a sweet, sarcastic smile. „Nevermind. I have things to take care of.“
He is about to leave when Rogers' clear voice lets him stop dead in his tracks.
„I caught some of the other knights mistreating the prisoners we had made at the last battle. They were beating them, one of them even tried to rape one of the women. I wouldn't stand for it and stopped them.“ Rogers pauses, his breath puffing out in the air like small clouds. „One knight was beaten unconscious, one lost his hand, another one his life. But when our lord came, they turned on me, told him I was the one who did these things to the prisoners. He believed them, but he gave me a choice. And I chose the black.“
At that, Tony is quiet for a while. Just stares at the grim line that is Rogers' mouth and the bitterness in his eyes. He was right, Rogers is far too noble for this place. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the shouting starts again, more exasparated this time.
„Stark!“
Rolling his eyes he snarls „coming!“ over his shoulder and shoots an apologetic glance at Rogers, who nods in understanding.
„Maybe we could talk again?“ he asks tentatively, blue eyes flickering with something that might be hope. Tony can't help the twitching of his mouth nor the small grin that follows.
„Oh, don't worry. It's not like anyone of us is going anywhere.“
He winks and leaves quickly, but he doesn't think he imagines the small smile he sees on Steven Rogers' lips when he turns away. He is nothing if not persuasive, after all.
