“…Beast Boy wears his heart on his sleeve so it’s natural for him to fall for Terra but although, we all know who he will end up with later…” -James Tucker, producer of JL vs. TT and TT: JC at WonderCon
Sounds like he’s hinting at BBRae in the next Teen Titans film in the DCAU? Ha.
Me: …IT’S IRONFALCON TO FOLLOW UP THIS AND THIS SHUT UP
You could at least try to play hard to get, Jarvis
said, idly licking a paw.
Tony stopped, looking stricken. “Am I—am I too desperate?”
Jarvis’s fur stood on end. That’s—no. Don’t be a fool.
“But Sam’s gonna start his junior year of college and I’m
just graduating high school,” Tony said, beginning to fret. “And—You’ve seen
his Instagram. All those people he’s hanging out with. They’re—they have more
in common with him.”
Jarvis swiped at him but only used a little claw, repeating,
Don’t be a fool. He put those pictures up
so you could be a part of his life.
“Riley always had something to say about it,” Tony said
quietly, looking down at his feet. “Riley’s cute. Riley’s a Flier.”
Who cares? Jarvis
smiled as if he’d just been given a bowl of cream. Sam thinks you’re adorable.
“Shut up,” Tony mumbled.
Then there was a knock on the door, and Tony nearly jumped
out of his skin. He let out a startled noise and actually had to fight the urge
to flee. But—he was an adult now. He had to control those urges.
Sam cautiously opened the door when no one opened it for
“Sam!” Tony squeaked and threw himself at him, being careful
aim for the side that Redwing wasn’t perched on.
“Aw!” Sam laughed, pulling Tony up into his arms and
spinning in a circle. “Hey, sweetheart! I think you might have missed me since
you visited during spring break.”
Tony pressed his face into Sam’s neck, curling his fingers
into his shirt. “No.”
Redwing let out a shriek, and Sam laughed again and said,
“You’re right! We got ourselves a fibber here!”
Tony blushed a little. “’m not fibbing.”
“You didn’t miss me?” Sam asked skeptically, trying not to
smile. “So I should just go visit Steve instead?”
“No!” Tony exclaimed immediately, leaning back, and then pouted
when Sam grinned at him victoriously. “I might have missed you. But just a little!”
Sam stroked his thumb over Tony’s cheekbone lightly. “Yeah?
I’ll take just a little.” He waited for Tony to smile before leaning down to
It always felt like the first time, when Tony had been so
eager, had clutched at him as if he was scared Sam would move away—Tony was
always eager to kiss him. And Tony always smiled when they kissed. Sam thought
Tony maybe didn’t smile enough.
Tony snorted when he felt Redwing begin to preen at his
hair. “Redwing! That tickles!”
Redwing let out an amused chirp and then glided over to
Jarvis, hopping closer to the cat to preen him instead. Jarvis tried to look
like he was above the attention but he couldn’t silence his purr.
“Aw,” Sam said, amused, then leaned down for another kiss,
fingers pulling the brunet’s shirt from his pants. “Don’t worry. I know Jarvis
is all talk and no show. Otherwise Redwing would be missing some feathers.”
“Dear,” a distinctly feminine voice answered, making Sam
yelp and jump away from Tony. “Tuck your shirt in, you look like a child.”
Maria walked past him, pausing only to press a kiss to the top of his head. “And
don’t let your boyfriend pull it back out.”
“Ma’am,” Sam said, strangled, as Tony merely went about
tucking his shirt back in.
Maria smiled and waved a hand at him. “Sam, I told you to
call me Maria.”
“Yes, well, I’m terrified of you, so.”
The tiger at her side chuffed in amusement. Maria snorted as
well. “Oh honey. Well, dear, you have fun at your friend’s graduation party. I
do wish you’d let us throw one for you.”
“Yeah, but then Jan would have taken over and it would have
been her party anyway,” Tony pointed out.
“I do adore Janet,” Maria admitted, pressing another kiss to
his forehead. “Have fun, dear. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Tony blinked up at her. “Weren’t you a flower child?”
Maria tilted her head thoughtfully as her tiger chuffed
again. “…Hmm. Sam’s in charge of you tonight. He won’t let anything happen to
Sam couldn’t help but stand straighter, unable to help
feeling proud that she believed he could protect Tony.
“Just make sure to use condoms,” she added.
sputtered as Tony blushed brightly and covered his face.
Maria frowned. “Hmm. I see why you call me ‘ma’am’ now,
“What the hell there’s more alcohol here than most bars,”
Sam blurted out, and then— “Is Jan doing
a keg stand? She’s smaller than the keg!”
“Can I get something fruity?” Tony asked the bartender,
Sam added icily, but Tony just shrugged.
Jan appeared a moment later, hugging Tony tightly, and
somehow she didn’t even smell like beer. Sam was inexplicably jealous about
“We’re graduated!” Jan squealed, squeezing Tony tight and
lifting him up off the ground.
“Yup,” Tony wheezed. “Congrats.”
“I’m so sad we’re going to be so far awaaaay!” she
continued. “Me at Parsons, you at MIT!”
Tony squirmed in her grip. “It’s only—four hours!”
“Yeah,” Jan said, pouting. “But now your weekends are gonna
be about seeing your stupid boyfriend. No offense,” she added to him.
Sam shrugged. He’d made his peace with the fact that Jan
was… the way she was. “I’ll make sure to leave one of his weekends free.”
“EEEEEEEE,” Jan squealed, and turned to squeeze Sam as well.
“So what’s her deal?” Sam asked, rubbing his ribs where he
was certain he now had a spectacular bruise. “Steroids? Genetic mutation?
“I’m pretty sure she just harnesses the sun as her power,” Tony
replied before taking a sip of something that looks like it had more fruit in
it than liquid.
Orion bashed into Sam before Steve could. Sam could not tell
if that was a good thing or not.
Tony quickly gathered up Jarvis and let Redwing settle on
his shoulder. “Jesus Christ.”
“Hi Sam!” Steve said cheerfully, helping to drag him up off
the ground. “Hi, Tony. Thanks for inviting us! You’re sure Jan’s okay with it?”
“Um, hmm, yes?” Tony said, looking everywhere but at Sam in
“Tony invited us so we could see you,” Natasha explained
when Sam gaped at him. “Since it’s been so long. By the way I can’t tell you
what I’ve been doing otherwise I’d have to kill you and I want you to live long
enough to marry Tony so I can see Bucky cry as one of your groomsman.”
“I wouldn’t cry!”
Bucky exclaimed, outraged, as Sam exclaimed, “Who says he’s gonna be one of my groomsman?!”
Tony turned and looked up at Steve. Steve just shrugged
before saying, “Ooh, what’s that? It looks gross. I want one.”
“It’s a mock Tim Collins with kiwi and dragonfruit,” Tony said.
“It’s pretty good without gin.”
“Yuck,” Steve said, and turned to the bartender. “I want one
“Tony, tell Natasha she can’t be your maid of honor!” Sam
told Tony, spinning toward him, because Tony was a groom too, technically he’d
also have a best man.
Tony looked up at Natasha guilelessly. “Sorry, Natasha, but
Jan’s been my planned maid of honor since we became friends.”
Sam wanted to be mad, but Natasha was visibly struggling not
to laugh as she assured him it was fine, so he let it go.
“So why couldn’t I drink?” Tony asked, scratching under Redwing’s
chin. “Not that I’m complaining, I like being sober to hang out with you, but—Oh!”
He squeaked when he felt Sam’s hand slip into his right back pocket and give
his ass a squeeze.
“Sloppy drunk make-outs are nice, but I like it when you’re
sober so I can take you apart properly,” Sam replied, and Redwing let out an
amused trill. “What are you so happy about? You don’t get to come into the bedroom
with us. You left that bruise on Tony’s ear.”
Tony giggled, flushing a little. “Aw, Sam. Come on.”
“No, he’s a dick. Always making fun of how I like watching
you spark when you like what I’m doin’—”
Tony flushed darker. “Sam!”
Sam scoffed, sliding his hand up so his arm was wrapped
around his waist, tugging the brunet up against his side. “Come on, all those
light blue sparks? You’re beautiful like that. And how come you get to go on
and on about my gold but I can’t say I like watching you spark your baby blue?”
“I’m—it’s embarrassing!” Tony mumbled, covering his burning cheeks.
“Besides, your magic is much prettier, especially when you make your wings.”
“I’m going to tell you this and it might come as a surprise,”
Sam began. “But I think your magic is prettier, especially when you’re on your
broom or elbow deep in a robot.”
Tony made a distressed sound and turned to try and hide his
face better. “Sam!”
“…Or when I’ve found your prostate,” Sam added.
“…’m kinda scared,” Tony mumbled, tracing patterns on Sam’s
chest that glowed blue for a moment before fading. “I’ll be at MIT. You’ll be
joining the air force after college. What if we don’t make it?”
“We’ll make it,” Sam told him, not even pausing to think
about it. He smiled a little when he heard Jarvis begin to purr, running his
hand up and down Tony’s back, gold sparks fluttering over his spine. “We will.”
Tony was silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the
affection, before whispering, “You can’t know that for sure.”
“Tony,” Sam said firmly. “I showed off my skills to you and took
dating advice from an actual bird. We’ll make it.”
Tony couldn’t help a giggle, glancing over at Redwing, who
was currently pecking at his own reflection aggressively. “I dunno, he seemed
like he was doing pretty well. It was you
having trouble asking me out.”
“Shut up,” Sam ordered fondly. “We’re gonna make it, Tony. I
won’t let us be pulled apart.”
“Okay,” Tony said, still somewhat disbelieving.
You’ll make it,
Jarvis said over his purr.
Tony unconsciously relaxed. Jarvis usually didn’t have much
to say about Tony’s relationships except for dry wittiness. It was… comforting,
knowing that Jarvis thought they would work.
Redwing pecked the glass of the mirror and let out a
startled screech when it shattered, flailing away from it.
“GOD DAMN IT REDWING HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF AN AFTERGLOW?!”
Sam bellowed as Tony hid his head under a pillow and giggled.