Fic: Convention Exclusive
“I’m interested in commissioning a sketch,” Iron Man said. He leaned forward, edging into Steve’s personal space, splaying his gauntleted hands on the table. “I’d like you to draw me wearing only a tiny thong, with Captain America staring at my nearly-naked body in horror.”
(Or: Steve Rogers, former artist for the Captain America comics, is signing autographs at a comics convention when he meets his biggest fan. Not an AU.)
For Cap-IM Bingo, the square “occupational hazard,” and also in honor of the convention I am not attending this weekend. Please enjoy some secret identity fluffy fluff.
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