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Debt (Avengers; FrostIron)

Title: Debt
Rating: errr PG-13
Characters/Pairings: FrostIron (i.e. Tony/Loki), ensemble cast
Warnings: Some violence
Spoilers: Thor and Iron Man, but none for Avengers
Disclaimer: Not mine 
A/N: This is a very-nearly finished FrostIron fic which is my first foray into Avengers fandom, as well as being the longest bit of fanfic I've written since... er... ever, really. I've only seen the Marvelverse films, so apologies if I screw up comic-book timelines horribly. Also this is unbeta'd, so if you find any glaring mistakes please please tell me! 


Tony Stark has never been good at following the rules.

It’s a trend that has marked him out ever since he was just old enough to get underfoot and make himself a nuisance.

Tony, baby, don’t go into daddy’s workshop. Tony. Tony, put down those wirecutters! Do not touch that!

Well, OK, he learnt to listen to that tone pretty quickly, after he picked up the loose end of some trailing wire and got zapped hard enough to make his hair stand up all over and his fingers sting. But it wasn’t anywhere near enough to stop him sneaking into the workshop whenever the door was left open long enough. He would slip in and fold himself up in the space under one of the desks to watch his dad work. Really, that’s one of the strongest memories he has of childhood. Squashed under some cramped desk, listening to the humming of machinery and the occasional sharp crackling of electricity when things don’t go quite right. If he tries, he can see his father’s profile silhouetted by his glaring work lamps. In a way, it’s fitting, for him to have been raised with the sounds of machines more familiar than any human voice.

When he was older, and had already collected many more mild electric shocks, along with countless burns from soldering irons and caused one very memorable explosion, there was still one order that was emphasised above all.

Tony, for god’s sake, what have I told you? Don’t go into my workshop when I’m not around!

Tony had sulked, like only eight year olds really can, and then he’d picked open the lock to the workshop when his parents went out to some swish fundraising party.

This disobedience is a repeating pattern continuing across most of his teenage years. Tony, you’re far too young to drink that. Sneaking whiskey from the bottle kept in the workshop. Don’t stay out past eleven, d’you hear? Blundering in and setting off the motion-sensor lights at three AM. You make sure you focus on studying while you’re at MIT. Don’t get sucked into a wild lifestyle. Spending graduation, like so many classes before, in a fuzz of alcohol. And then a car crash which ripped his life apart, sheared his parents away like so much scrap metal, and he spent a week practically unconscious, because there was no one to disobey other than the voice in his head telling him that he should stop.

Tony lives life young, carefree, genius. Then one day, his recklessness, his inability to listen when people ask him Do you really need to go out there yourself? Stay here, the missiles will demonstrate themselves just fine, leads to shrapnel with his name on it inching in towards his heart, and then to his best friend, his mentor, hell, practically his father, betraying him and dying in front of him. He fixes his disobedience around him like a carapace, and laughs in Fury’s face when he’s asked to join a team.

“No offence, but I don’t play well with others.”

A/N: I don't have a strict posting schedule for this, but I'm planning to post chapter one tomorrow (Saturday) if possible and maybe a chapter every two of three days after that. Thanks for reading!


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 20th, 2012 09:19 pm (UTC)
This starts out great, I'll be eager to see where it goes from here! I'm anything but a fan of WIP but OTP needs must, so, guess I'll be hanging around more impatiently than usual. ;-) Thanks for sharing, am looking forward to reading more!
Apr. 21st, 2012 05:59 pm (UTC)
Believe me, I feel your pain re: WIPs. But as you say, OTP needs must! If it helps, I'm very very near the end in actual writing, which is about 22,000 words away from the start, so unless my computer actually explodes (touch wood it won't), I'm not going to suddenly stop updating :)

Thank you for commenting - I'm glad you're liking it so far!
Apr. 20th, 2012 09:41 pm (UTC)
Stars great, can't wait to
Apr. 21st, 2012 06:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you like it! :)
Apr. 21st, 2012 03:31 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, I really want to see more.
Apr. 21st, 2012 06:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Next chapter is up now :)
Apr. 21st, 2012 04:25 am (UTC)
Can't wait to see where you go with this! Your writing style is great. I'm so excited to find a new, well-written Frostiron fic :)
Apr. 21st, 2012 06:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you like it so far!
Apr. 27th, 2012 03:15 pm (UTC)
But it wasn’t anywhere near enough to stop him sneaking into the workshop whenever the door was left open long enough. He would slip in and fold himself up in the space under one of the desks to watch his dad work.

Yup, that was when I decided to fall and love with this. I like your characterization of Tony, it's very appealing.
Apr. 27th, 2012 05:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much - characterisation is one of my biggest worries in fic, as I know how important it is but I'm never sure if I get it right, so I'm glad you like it!
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May. 22nd, 2012 07:20 pm (UTC)
Ahh, better late than never? XD No worries, the power of flail is always appreciated. Welcome to the good ship FrostIron! And thank you, I'm glad you like this so far! :)
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