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prodigalsonreturns) wrote2012-05-10 10:47 pm
prodigalsonreturns) wrote2012-05-10 10:47 pm
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if you feel like falling down || closed RP
Homework. Tony Stark hated homework. The spread of files in front of him was dense, too. The videos and collected data extensive. He shot a final forlorn look at the door to his elevator and then turned back to it, picking up the tablet and shuffling through to the first file--the compromised agent. Might as well start with the one he'd be working against.
Clint Barton. Archer. An Avian shifter. The irony made him snort for a moment, before the man's moniker 'Hawkeye' actually drew a startled little laugh. Avians were rare--their forms so very different from humans that only one in every few hundred existed. He'd met one a long time ago--a swanmane that had been positively beautiful--a fantastic danger and impossibly flexible in bed, and Barton would make number two. His shift was a hawk though, hence the name. Though, with his size--SHIELD had decent footage of the bird flying--he looked more like a golden eagle than any hawk Tony had ever seen.
Natasha--he honestly liked her better as Natalie--and he already knew her wereform. A panther that was as deadly as she was beautiful. Cats were more common, but tended to avoid people like him, made sense she was a secret agent. Cats made good spies.
Thor. Asgardian. Interesting enough in his own right that Tony spent half an hour reading through his file, but due to his race he didn't have a Shift, which was disconcerting in its own way, but he supposed he could get used to it. If the man could hold his own in battle then it didn't really matter, did it?
And Banner. Banner the cautionary tale that many in his generation had learned about. Banner, who proved to the world just what could go wrong if you tried to undo your shifting. If you tried, for example, to apply gamma radiation to your altered form to eliminate it. Now Banner had abandoned his previous form (and rumors ran rampant on what he used to be because it seemed no one really remembered) and now his only Shift was the Hulk, mindless, angry and with a propensity to smash things that got in his way. But Tony couldn't help but be impressed by the man, because mistake or not, he was obviously brilliant and his work on gamma radiation was second to none. It was rare Tony found someone who was actually a challenge, and Banner's intelligence, surprisingly, stood up to the test.
Then there was him. Steve Rogers. The man his father had talked about as if he'd hung the sun and the moon. The man who his father had invented, who his father had befriended. The man his father never stopped looking for, even when he couldn't pay his own son half an iota of attention. Captain America was a were alright. A wolf, traditional--of course he was traditional--and according to the files so much of an alpha it hurt. He'd led a pack of them, rag tag men with no same form among them against Hydra and brought the entire organization crumbling to the ground and while nothing specifically said it in the file Phil had given him, Tony could only guess that's what they wanted him to do now. Only the strongest Alpha on record could unite a hawk, a cat, a hulk, an alien and him. If he signed on. Which, given this information was looking a little less likely. Alphas made him nervous, made him twitchy. And he certainly didn't need one that was seventy some-odd years old thinking that his biology suddenly made it okay to order Tony around and expect him to tuck his tail between his legs and say 'yessir' and show his belly.
He may have been a Beta, but he was coywolf, and he'd been independent for nearly forty years. He didn't need pack, he didn't need an alpha and he didn't need the avengers--except that he knew with them he could do far more than he ever could alone. And dammit, he owed that werebear Fury more than he wanted to, so he'd go. He'd go and take his research and make it incredibly clear to the Captain that he didn't play well with others and wasn't just going to fall into line like a good pup.
He was more than just instincts.
-
The next morning came earlier than he expected, and JARVIS' sunny greeting only served to put him in more of a foul mood than he had been the day before. He didn't trust Alphas. Pushy, and self-righteous and entitled, he was almost surprised people tended to apply the label to him. He was brash enough and outspoken enough for the role, and the fact that he hadn't mated with one simply fueled the fire to those particular rumors. Of course, any Alpha knew they weren't true--he had a certain lack of scent that he more than made up for in presence. But any other wolf or canine, and the other lines that weren't as keen on scents were more than willing to believe his facade.
As it was, there had been Alphas in his life since he was a child. Howard Stark was an Alpha in the most direct sense of the word. He'd ruled his household with an iron fist and made it quite clear where he thought Tony's place was. Obidiah was an Alpha, and he thought Tony's place had been at his side, might have convinced Tony of it too, for a while, until he'd ripped the arch reactor from Tony's chest as he coo'd about how as an Alpha it was his right to take anything his Beta made--
He shook his head, trying to cloud out the memories. And Rhodey was an Alpha, he reminded himself, and his best friend certainly wasn't an ass--just tried to herd Tony in one direction or the other. And then didn't get pissed when Tony didn't listen. But really--how many Alphas like Rhodes could there be?
Maybe Captain America was one of them. He doubted it though.
But, no time like the present, and suit wrapped snug around his body he lifted off, headed to the coordinates Fury had given him.
-
He could smell the Captain before he met him. He was that much of an Alpha. His scent assaulted Tony's nose, and the man tensed even as he brought the suit in for a landing and took the advantage of the mask of the faceplate to make his first impression. The Captain was nothing if not impressive, with his miles of muscles, tousled blond hair and clean cut jaw. Those blue eyes seemed to stare right through him and left him feeling somewhat raw despite the layers of protection.
Tony retracted the faceplate and grinned at the seated company. "Party's over kids, Daddy's home"
Clint Barton. Archer. An Avian shifter. The irony made him snort for a moment, before the man's moniker 'Hawkeye' actually drew a startled little laugh. Avians were rare--their forms so very different from humans that only one in every few hundred existed. He'd met one a long time ago--a swanmane that had been positively beautiful--a fantastic danger and impossibly flexible in bed, and Barton would make number two. His shift was a hawk though, hence the name. Though, with his size--SHIELD had decent footage of the bird flying--he looked more like a golden eagle than any hawk Tony had ever seen.
Natasha--he honestly liked her better as Natalie--and he already knew her wereform. A panther that was as deadly as she was beautiful. Cats were more common, but tended to avoid people like him, made sense she was a secret agent. Cats made good spies.
Thor. Asgardian. Interesting enough in his own right that Tony spent half an hour reading through his file, but due to his race he didn't have a Shift, which was disconcerting in its own way, but he supposed he could get used to it. If the man could hold his own in battle then it didn't really matter, did it?
And Banner. Banner the cautionary tale that many in his generation had learned about. Banner, who proved to the world just what could go wrong if you tried to undo your shifting. If you tried, for example, to apply gamma radiation to your altered form to eliminate it. Now Banner had abandoned his previous form (and rumors ran rampant on what he used to be because it seemed no one really remembered) and now his only Shift was the Hulk, mindless, angry and with a propensity to smash things that got in his way. But Tony couldn't help but be impressed by the man, because mistake or not, he was obviously brilliant and his work on gamma radiation was second to none. It was rare Tony found someone who was actually a challenge, and Banner's intelligence, surprisingly, stood up to the test.
Then there was him. Steve Rogers. The man his father had talked about as if he'd hung the sun and the moon. The man who his father had invented, who his father had befriended. The man his father never stopped looking for, even when he couldn't pay his own son half an iota of attention. Captain America was a were alright. A wolf, traditional--of course he was traditional--and according to the files so much of an alpha it hurt. He'd led a pack of them, rag tag men with no same form among them against Hydra and brought the entire organization crumbling to the ground and while nothing specifically said it in the file Phil had given him, Tony could only guess that's what they wanted him to do now. Only the strongest Alpha on record could unite a hawk, a cat, a hulk, an alien and him. If he signed on. Which, given this information was looking a little less likely. Alphas made him nervous, made him twitchy. And he certainly didn't need one that was seventy some-odd years old thinking that his biology suddenly made it okay to order Tony around and expect him to tuck his tail between his legs and say 'yessir' and show his belly.
He may have been a Beta, but he was coywolf, and he'd been independent for nearly forty years. He didn't need pack, he didn't need an alpha and he didn't need the avengers--except that he knew with them he could do far more than he ever could alone. And dammit, he owed that werebear Fury more than he wanted to, so he'd go. He'd go and take his research and make it incredibly clear to the Captain that he didn't play well with others and wasn't just going to fall into line like a good pup.
He was more than just instincts.
-
The next morning came earlier than he expected, and JARVIS' sunny greeting only served to put him in more of a foul mood than he had been the day before. He didn't trust Alphas. Pushy, and self-righteous and entitled, he was almost surprised people tended to apply the label to him. He was brash enough and outspoken enough for the role, and the fact that he hadn't mated with one simply fueled the fire to those particular rumors. Of course, any Alpha knew they weren't true--he had a certain lack of scent that he more than made up for in presence. But any other wolf or canine, and the other lines that weren't as keen on scents were more than willing to believe his facade.
As it was, there had been Alphas in his life since he was a child. Howard Stark was an Alpha in the most direct sense of the word. He'd ruled his household with an iron fist and made it quite clear where he thought Tony's place was. Obidiah was an Alpha, and he thought Tony's place had been at his side, might have convinced Tony of it too, for a while, until he'd ripped the arch reactor from Tony's chest as he coo'd about how as an Alpha it was his right to take anything his Beta made--
He shook his head, trying to cloud out the memories. And Rhodey was an Alpha, he reminded himself, and his best friend certainly wasn't an ass--just tried to herd Tony in one direction or the other. And then didn't get pissed when Tony didn't listen. But really--how many Alphas like Rhodes could there be?
Maybe Captain America was one of them. He doubted it though.
But, no time like the present, and suit wrapped snug around his body he lifted off, headed to the coordinates Fury had given him.
-
He could smell the Captain before he met him. He was that much of an Alpha. His scent assaulted Tony's nose, and the man tensed even as he brought the suit in for a landing and took the advantage of the mask of the faceplate to make his first impression. The Captain was nothing if not impressive, with his miles of muscles, tousled blond hair and clean cut jaw. Those blue eyes seemed to stare right through him and left him feeling somewhat raw despite the layers of protection.
Tony retracted the faceplate and grinned at the seated company. "Party's over kids, Daddy's home"