fic: tony/river
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amezriSee. Now if you guys won't write it, I'm going to have to! I still can't decide if it's Tony & River or Tony/River. But anyway. Here's some Iron Man/Firefly crossover fic. It's rough and I haven't written in ages. So. Feel free to boo and hiss and whatnot.
She stares at the metal suit, tilting her head from side to side, watching the light catch on the polished surfaces. "Tin man," she says before correcting herself. "Iron man." She frowns. "No. Incorrect." She scrunches up her face and leans forward, sniffing the metal plating. "Unknown alloy. Can't exist." She takes a quick swipe of the surface with her tongue.
"Hey," a voice says loudly, startling her. "River, don't lick the suit." Tony Stark walks over to her with a slight scowl. He grabs a cloth off the workbench and buffs the surface dry.
"Sorry," she says, looking at the floor. "She could not identify the material." River frowns as she steps back from the suit and off the dais.
"Gold-titanium alloy," Stark mutters. "Anyway, not important. What is important," he says, pointing at her, "is that we don't lick the suit." He turns away, heading back up to his living space. He's fairly certain she'll follow him and doesn't look back.
She watches him leave, still puzzled. He had answered her question, yet he had not. Earth-That-Was is so different from what she had imagined and she's still trying to work through the data. It was good that she was here; that she was with him. He would look after her, even if he didn't know it yet. With a final glance at the suit, she turns to follow him up the stairs.
"So, River, tell me about the future," Tony says when she emerges.
Seeing that he's pouring himself another drink, she scowls. "No good will come of it."
"Oh come on, nothing serious. What's it like in space?" he laughs.
That isn't what she had meant and she suspects he knows that. He is very smart. "Cold. Dark. Can be lonely in the black. Given adequate vacuuming systems the human body..." She stops, remembering that the Captain had called her morbid and creepifying.
"Can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds," Tony finishes for her. He smirks, genuinely amused, and takes a sip from his glass.
"Not having a 'bad day'," River says quietly.
Tony nods, but doesn't understand her meaning. "Yeah. Been okay so far."
She stares at the metal suit, tilting her head from side to side, watching the light catch on the polished surfaces. "Tin man," she says before correcting herself. "Iron man." She frowns. "No. Incorrect." She scrunches up her face and leans forward, sniffing the metal plating. "Unknown alloy. Can't exist." She takes a quick swipe of the surface with her tongue.
"Hey," a voice says loudly, startling her. "River, don't lick the suit." Tony Stark walks over to her with a slight scowl. He grabs a cloth off the workbench and buffs the surface dry.
"Sorry," she says, looking at the floor. "She could not identify the material." River frowns as she steps back from the suit and off the dais.
"Gold-titanium alloy," Stark mutters. "Anyway, not important. What is important," he says, pointing at her, "is that we don't lick the suit." He turns away, heading back up to his living space. He's fairly certain she'll follow him and doesn't look back.
She watches him leave, still puzzled. He had answered her question, yet he had not. Earth-That-Was is so different from what she had imagined and she's still trying to work through the data. It was good that she was here; that she was with him. He would look after her, even if he didn't know it yet. With a final glance at the suit, she turns to follow him up the stairs.
"So, River, tell me about the future," Tony says when she emerges.
Seeing that he's pouring himself another drink, she scowls. "No good will come of it."
"Oh come on, nothing serious. What's it like in space?" he laughs.
That isn't what she had meant and she suspects he knows that. He is very smart. "Cold. Dark. Can be lonely in the black. Given adequate vacuuming systems the human body..." She stops, remembering that the Captain had called her morbid and creepifying.
"Can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds," Tony finishes for her. He smirks, genuinely amused, and takes a sip from his glass.
"Not having a 'bad day'," River says quietly.
Tony nods, but doesn't understand her meaning. "Yeah. Been okay so far."
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Date: 2008-05-21 02:16 am (UTC)