Avengers Romance {me x witch}

[Leviathan007]

A complicated romance between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

[Leviathan007]

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Name:
Athony Stark {A.K.A: Iron Man or Tony Stark}
Age:
Late 30's to Early 40's
Gender:
Male
Version:
Movie
Alliance:
Avengers
Powers, Skills:
Industrial Genius, Expert Engineer, Businessman, Tactician, Indomitable Will
Personality:
He's a man who has everything...and nothing. Sure, he has changed alot before Iron Man came into the picture, but Tony Stark still keeps some of his insecurities and flaws. He is charming, clever, and mostly arrogant. Tony believes he can get whatever he wants, with good intentions, of course. He's somewhere between Neutral and Chaotic Good, not really known for risking everything, although he has morals to follow like everyone else. Tony has struggled with alcoholism for some time, because of the stresses of being a super hero. He can be a womanizer, no doubt, and has tried to stay away from this, since his recent romance with his secretary, Pepper.
Bio:
Born to Howard and Maria Stark, Tony is the heir to Stark Industries, a weapons manufacturer for the U.S. military. People revere Howard Stark as a hero because of his contribution to war efforts and his engineering work on the Manhattan Project, and Tony follows in his father’s footsteps. A true engineering prodigy, Tony builds his first circuit board at age four and his first engine at six. At seventeen he graduates from M.I.T. summa cum laude.
Tony’s parents die in a car crash on December 17th, 1991. His father’s good friend Obadiah Stane takes control of Stark Industries until Tony turns 21 and inherits the company. As the CEO and brilliant mind behind Stark Industries, billionaire Tony Stark quickly becomes famous for his smarter weapons and improved satellite technology, going beyond his father’s work. He also becomes infamous for his tendencies to party, drink, and charm women into his bed.
But in 2008, Tony’s world turns upside down while he is in Afghanistan demonstrating to the military his latest creation, the Jericho missile. The convoy escorting him across the desert is attacked, and the Ten Rings, the terrorist group responsible, takes Tony hostage. During the attack on the convoy, a Stark Industries missile explodes near him. Shrapnel from the missile penetrate Tony’s chest and work their way toward his heart, which would have meant his death if not for the quick thinking of Yinsen, another man the Ten Rings kidnapped. Unable to remove each piece, Yinsen implants an electromagnet powered by a car battery into Tony’s chest (the socket actually reaches inside) to draw the remaining shrapnel away from his heart.
The Ten Rings hold Tony in a mountain range somewhere in the Kunar Province and demand that he build them a Jericho missile. At first he refuses and undergoes torture, but eventually he decides to trick them into believing he’ll build the missile when really he’ll orchestrate his and Yinsen’s escape. Tony and Yinsen rely on each other to survive the months in captivity. With Yinsen’s help Tony replaces the car battery with a miniaturized arc reactor, a clean energy source, and then uses it to power the Iron Man Mark I armor, which he designs and builds out of scraps. The armor allows him to fight his way out of the cell and escape the terrorist group. Sadly, Yinsen sacrifices himself in the battle to guarantee Tony’s safety.
Finally arriving home after three months of captivity, Tony Stark is a changed man. One of the first things he does is shut down the weapons division of Stark Industries, which creates uproar across the business world. He claims he wants to do better. Seeing the men in the convoy murdered while protecting him, murdered with his own weapons, opens Tony’s eyes to the reality of his business. After his announcement to cease weapons development, he lies low at the behest of Obadiah Stane and engrosses himself in a project: upgrading the Iron Man armor, starting with the arc reactor in his chest. He keeps the project secret from even his friends, Virginia “Pepper” Potts and James “Rhodey” Rhodes, and stays hidden in his workshop for several weeks. Eventually his efforts result in the Mark III armor: Tony Stark builds a superhero, Iron Man.
Soon after completing the Mark III, Tony learns how the Ten Rings obtained weapons he designed: his company, including Obadiah Stane, who is like a second father to him, has been dealing weapons under the table. He also learns that the Ten Rings are currently in the town of Gulmira, Afghanistan. Donning the Mark III armor for the first time, he flies to Gulmira to take back or destroy what is rightfully his, what he maybe should have never made.
Other:
This is a long used form of mine. c;

[princess pudding]

"I don't like bullies. It doesn't matter where they're from."
―Steve Rogers

name ϟ Steve Rodgers [Captain America]

previous age ϟ Early twenties

current age ϟ Early 90’s

gender ϟ Male

alliances ϟ The Avengers; Nick Fury; SHEILD

bio ϟ xxx

>>Sorry, this is probably the most you'll get out of me x3

[Leviathan007]

{Perfect! So, how shall we start?}

[princess pudding]

>> I'm guessing this would take place after the Avengers; maybe Loki's back and causing trouble,
so Nick sends Steve to retrieve Tony? x3 They can get into some petty argument or whatnot.

[Leviathan007]

{Okay, maybe you should start off then, since it's Steve who's picking up Tony. x3}

[princess pudding]

Steve Rogers, Captain of America and solider risen from the cold tundra ice, could not have woken to a worse morning. For the past few weeks life had strolled along quietly, and however bitter it tasted to live amongst a cozy apartment by himself, he at least enjoyed the resting moments after New York’s attack. To expect the unexpected may have served him better, because the moment he heard a knock on the door, he knew something was wrong. Groggy with sleep, Steve stood up and rubbed his eyes, only to hear the knock come a second round. “I’m coming,” he muttered, though a check of the clock had him second guessing himself. It’s two am, what’s so important that—he handled the door knob and found himself facing Nick Fury—Oh. That makes more sense. “Mr. Fury,” the super soldier blinked with surprise.

Nick didn’t give him room to question; the leaner man immediately explained a breach on SHEILD, adding gravely, “Loki’s back, Rogers. At least, we suspect him to be, with so much going on in New Mexico and a surveillance attack near the same location Thor arrived last winter.” Steve drew out a breath and rubbed his forehead, aware of what came next. “I can assume you will join the other Avengers, yes?” He nodded. “Good, because there’s one other candidate I haven’t reached. I’m leaving him into your hands.” Steve promptly asked who. “Tony Stark. I’ll see you to it.”

Why did it have to be Stark? Steve groaned as he stepped out from the sleek Mercedes—a delectable recourse assigned to him by Nick—and caught site of Stark Industries. As far as he knew, Tony was at work somewhere amongst the place, though the building itself was closed off and barren of people. With great hesitance, he slandered inside and reached the top floor, Tony’s private ‘space’. It was mostly in shambles, still under construction after Loki's rampage. The sand-drawn solider stepped out from the elevator and poked his head around, calling meekly, “Stark?”

>>I figured to start it off at Stark Industries; hope that's okay...

[Leviathan007]

"Jarvis, prepare the water turbines," Tony wore red goggles, shirtless, with ragged jeans stained by oil and dirt. He smiled as he heard the hum of the desalination system springing to life. Lately, he's been working on all-natural projects, like the clean-energized STARK tower, and this new system that will filter ocean water inexpensively and a hundred times more effectively."Your goal for creating the perfect desalination system is successful, sir. Shall I order a bottle of champagne in your honor?" The handsome engineer, rolled out from under the massive machine, sitting up, running his fingers through his hair, his dark brown eyes were thoughtful yet possessed a glint of mischief and curiosity in them."Yes, I think that would be appropriate." Just as he finished speaking, he heard a knocking at the door, and he complimented Jarvis on thinking ahead of time,"Sir, that isn't the waiter. It's Mr.Rogers, shall I send him away?" Tony grumbled, hiding his loss of enthusiasm at the mere mention of Steve, they weren't exactly mortal enemies, but they certainly weren't the closest among the Avengers team, they had conflicting personalities. Steve is a goodie-goodie two-shoes who hates to party whereas he was the BOMB at spicing things up a bit, he liked to be original, cool, fun, hip, he just couldn't live any other way. And yet, strangely, he knew he had to face him, obviously if Steve had come in person it must in be important,"No, no, that's alright. I'll handle it." He eased the door open, but refused to take the lock off the door, this might very well be about that poker game Steve lost, the one where the poor guy lost half his earnings."Can I help you?" He acted like he didn't even know the guy, eyeing him suspiciously like he was a bomb that might set off at any moment.

[princess pudding]

Steve wasn’t quite sure why the thought of Loki returning didn’t startle him. After all of the destruction he’d caused, it was enough to say the God was dangerous and a fit to subdue. Then again, he knew the drill—there would always be ‘bad guys’, but that didn’t mean one defeat would wrestle them for good. Hydra hadn’t gone down easy, nor Loki. Fury trusted them once to protect the world, and the Avengers would continue to do as they were assembled to do. Perhaps that was what kept the Captain from ill bearings and a heavy mind. They were a team, and if Loki craved another defeat, he would surly receive it.

The only catch, however, was that Steve did fear something. It wasn’t Loki, no, but the dreaded Tony Stark—aka Iron Man. They often butt heads, on and off battle grounds, and the cause might go beyond split personalities. Tony had an immature air to him, one that Rogers didn’t fancy in the slightest. Tony didn’t like the fact Steve followed orders without protest and that bothered him in a drab sense. He didn’t understand why Tony neglected the same discipline, or why it made him look like the idiot.

Cap swallowed down a dry response and stepped closer, revealing himself to the light—he was still wearing his sleeping clothes, though it only consisted of a loose cotton shirt, sweat pants and messy blond hair. The super soldier had a leather jacket to hide away most everything, though a red flint diced his cheeks to think Tony had to see him in such a lazy manor. If it mattered to me, I would have changed. But it doesn’t. “As a matter of fact, you can.” Steve drew up, sleepy blue eyes having a hard time concentrating. “I wouldn’t be here unless it was something important. Er, well, serious, I should say. Fury has reasons to believe Loki is back.”

[Leviathan007]

Although he was ashamed to admit it, Tony immediately observed Steve's icy blue eyes, drilling into him, piercing his soul with such intensity it made his heart thump. He rose an inquisitive eyebrow at the news of the notorious Asgardian prince returning."That's what this is about? You know, I've got a lot bigger things to worry about. Did you know I'm on the verge of inventing the biggest thing since air conditioning? You nearly gave me a heart attack showing up all unexcused like this. Loki isn't something to worry about. He's like a whipped puppy. I could take him down single-handedly if I wanted to." He unlocked the door, opening it so Steve could enter, then retreated into his kitchen, a marble built fortress, which was only half the size of the kitchen back home."Are you thirsty? I make a mean pina colada. You look beat. I bet ole Nickie has been working you nonstop, huh? Little Nickie's minion." He chuckled, liking the sound of it. When he saw a spark ignite in the soldier's eyes, he rose his hands like an innocent bystander,"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm just playing, okay. No need to get offensive, big shot." Tony smirked, drinking some tequila, instantly stretching a silly grin over his lips, egging the young man on, wanting him to fight back, wanting him to show some backbone."Besides," He licked his lips, lounging on a leather chair like it was his throne,"you don't have the guts to defend your honor, anyway. If Nick asks you to jump, you say, 'How high?' There's not a rebellious bone in your body, ain't that right?"