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tamingthemuseTitle: Room for Improvement
Fandom: Exalted/The Avengers
Prompt: Sixth Sense
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After falling into a trap, the first order of business it to find out where you are. But, if where you are makes no sense, then what are you supposed to do? Traveling to the future is easy, just fall asleep, right? Waking up to a whole different world is harder. Luckily, Tony Stark can adapt to any environment.
“The book says there are two known floating islands to the immediate north of here. One of them is ours.” His lips tightened in irritation. “Hopefully not Stone’s Throw’s island.”
White Song paced the parameter of their circle, her whole body thrumming with tension. Tony could feel it transferring from her into his very bones. He swallowed hard and shook himself in his armor. He reached down to pick up the helmet where he had dropped it after their sprint. “How far do we have to travel? How far away from the air boat are we?”
He glanced up through the leaves, noting the blue sky and the bright sunlight now threading its way through the trees. “There will be no cover once we get out of this forest.”
“We’re not nearly close enough to make the run. Once we’re out of the cover of the forest, we’ll be set upon, I’m sure.” Then his expression turned thoughtful. “But maybe they’ll let me be.”
White Song nodded. “You didn’t bring much attention to you, so maybe they’ll have already forgotten about you.”
“Maybe,” Iron Dust agreed. His eyes went from White Song to Tony and back again. “I don’t want to get separated again.”
“We should stay together,” Tony said.
White Song was shaking her head. “It will be better.” She stood between the two of them. “You go to the air ship and bring it the north. Find our manse Iron Man and I will travel by foot. If they know the air ship is ours, they’ll follow you. If they don’t, they’ll follow us. Either way, we’ll lose them. The air ship will be too fast to follow, and I’ll lead them a merry chase.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s pray to Luna that our manse isn’t theirs.”
Iron Dust was nodding and Tony was shaking his head. “No,” he said. “I don’t want to separate.” He folded his arms over his chest. “We’ll be weaker against the Hunt if we’re separated.”
Iron Dust nodded. “And they’ll follow the air boat. I’ll be fine.”
Something akin to terror was flowing like cold water through his bones. “They’ll kill you.”
“It will be fine.” Iron Dust slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t bring any attention to yourselves.” Then he paused and let a crooked smile tilt his lips. “Well, try.”
White Song stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We’ll see you soon, in the Heart of Green Tiger’s Den.” Iron Dust nodded, his own arms going to her waist. “Don’t make me come hunting for you. If I have to, you’ll wish that the Hunt found you first.”
Tony’s hands itched, wanting to reach out and gather them both into his arms. His circle, his family. Those though circled in his mind until he couldn’t not step forward and wrap his hands around their arms, creating a connection.
White Song pulled away and soothed Iron Dust’s hair away from his face. “When we reunite, when the war’s over, I want a litter of pups.”
Iron Dust chuckled and disentangled himself from their grasps. He settled a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Watch her,” he warned. “She’ll lay claim to you next.”
Tony chuckled and ruffled his hair, and Iron Dust ducked away. “Go, now. Take them off my trail long enough for them to forget me.”
They waved each other off, and Tony followed White Song under a low hanging branch and into the darkness created by the shadows. White Song held his hand the same way Iron Dust did, clasped firmly and pulling him along. She was light on her feet, skipping over fallen logs and around wide trunks, and she never let him go.
It was odd, putting his full trust in a duet of people he had only known for less than a year. Then again, heroes like them, like the Avengers and his Circle, always found a way into his heart, what little of it was left.
White Song led them on a path only she could see, turning east and west, and not always heading north on their way away from their hunters. He wished he had a sixth sense in regards to Iron Dust. He wished he could feel that he was safe and that he was escaping their hunters. Maybe, when they reunite, he’ll ask Iron Dust to teach him a spell to let him know where he is at all times.
Having the HUD was much easier. Internet made the whole thing easier.
He missed the internet. He missed the future. Although, he was going to miss the past, now.
His hand tightened around White Song’s as she stopped suddenly and veered off in another direction.
Fandom: Exalted/The Avengers
Prompt: Sixth Sense
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After falling into a trap, the first order of business it to find out where you are. But, if where you are makes no sense, then what are you supposed to do? Traveling to the future is easy, just fall asleep, right? Waking up to a whole different world is harder. Luckily, Tony Stark can adapt to any environment.
“The book says there are two known floating islands to the immediate north of here. One of them is ours.” His lips tightened in irritation. “Hopefully not Stone’s Throw’s island.”
White Song paced the parameter of their circle, her whole body thrumming with tension. Tony could feel it transferring from her into his very bones. He swallowed hard and shook himself in his armor. He reached down to pick up the helmet where he had dropped it after their sprint. “How far do we have to travel? How far away from the air boat are we?”
He glanced up through the leaves, noting the blue sky and the bright sunlight now threading its way through the trees. “There will be no cover once we get out of this forest.”
“We’re not nearly close enough to make the run. Once we’re out of the cover of the forest, we’ll be set upon, I’m sure.” Then his expression turned thoughtful. “But maybe they’ll let me be.”
White Song nodded. “You didn’t bring much attention to you, so maybe they’ll have already forgotten about you.”
“Maybe,” Iron Dust agreed. His eyes went from White Song to Tony and back again. “I don’t want to get separated again.”
“We should stay together,” Tony said.
White Song was shaking her head. “It will be better.” She stood between the two of them. “You go to the air ship and bring it the north. Find our manse Iron Man and I will travel by foot. If they know the air ship is ours, they’ll follow you. If they don’t, they’ll follow us. Either way, we’ll lose them. The air ship will be too fast to follow, and I’ll lead them a merry chase.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s pray to Luna that our manse isn’t theirs.”
Iron Dust was nodding and Tony was shaking his head. “No,” he said. “I don’t want to separate.” He folded his arms over his chest. “We’ll be weaker against the Hunt if we’re separated.”
Iron Dust nodded. “And they’ll follow the air boat. I’ll be fine.”
Something akin to terror was flowing like cold water through his bones. “They’ll kill you.”
“It will be fine.” Iron Dust slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t bring any attention to yourselves.” Then he paused and let a crooked smile tilt his lips. “Well, try.”
White Song stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We’ll see you soon, in the Heart of Green Tiger’s Den.” Iron Dust nodded, his own arms going to her waist. “Don’t make me come hunting for you. If I have to, you’ll wish that the Hunt found you first.”
Tony’s hands itched, wanting to reach out and gather them both into his arms. His circle, his family. Those though circled in his mind until he couldn’t not step forward and wrap his hands around their arms, creating a connection.
White Song pulled away and soothed Iron Dust’s hair away from his face. “When we reunite, when the war’s over, I want a litter of pups.”
Iron Dust chuckled and disentangled himself from their grasps. He settled a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Watch her,” he warned. “She’ll lay claim to you next.”
Tony chuckled and ruffled his hair, and Iron Dust ducked away. “Go, now. Take them off my trail long enough for them to forget me.”
They waved each other off, and Tony followed White Song under a low hanging branch and into the darkness created by the shadows. White Song held his hand the same way Iron Dust did, clasped firmly and pulling him along. She was light on her feet, skipping over fallen logs and around wide trunks, and she never let him go.
It was odd, putting his full trust in a duet of people he had only known for less than a year. Then again, heroes like them, like the Avengers and his Circle, always found a way into his heart, what little of it was left.
White Song led them on a path only she could see, turning east and west, and not always heading north on their way away from their hunters. He wished he had a sixth sense in regards to Iron Dust. He wished he could feel that he was safe and that he was escaping their hunters. Maybe, when they reunite, he’ll ask Iron Dust to teach him a spell to let him know where he is at all times.
Having the HUD was much easier. Internet made the whole thing easier.
He missed the internet. He missed the future. Although, he was going to miss the past, now.
His hand tightened around White Song’s as she stopped suddenly and veered off in another direction.
