I can't decide which of two short story ideas where Winter proudly delivers Tony to Rumlow leaving everyone confused I should write. Or if I should actually work on one of my WIPs.
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I can't decide which of two short story ideas where Winter proudly delivers Tony to Rumlow leaving everyone confused I should write. Or if I should actually work on one of my WIPs.

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If anyone likes teenager au, i wrote a thing with Brock and Tony for the Marvel Spooky Scramble.Ā It was supposed to be more Halloween orientated but I got lazy XD
Hydra has a kill-on-sight order for Stark.
Natasha unknowingly sets Tony up on a blind date with Brock Rumlow.
Brockās having a hard time pulling the trigger on his new boyfriend target.
Brock Disney Princess yeaaaaaaaaah
A drawing part of a delusion during a discussion ~

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Tony: All you do is hurt people! Rumlow: Thatās like saying all Mozart did was write songs.
So lately I have been reading some Tony/Brock rumllow (crossbone) fanfics. In the beginning I wasn't interested in it but most of them are about how both of them help and care for each other like how Brock shows Tony how important he is, or how's Tony loves Brock even with his scar. Also the fact that in AvAc civil war event Brock is on Tony's team didn't help me to forget this about this rare pair. Helpš§
Well have a lame doodleā¦. that I added color to so itd be somewhat decipherable. LMAO
May as well allow Rumlow a little forgiveness⦠I mean I guess⦠Hes certainly not the worst villain anyhow.
IDK if im feelin it but MY GOD Grillos got a stunning face(that I didnt even come close to msorry.)⦠love a heavy brow ridge/deep set eye combo
For villainous weekend could we get some more ironbones? Or even winter iron bones?? Like, anything involving either ship ššš
Brock hadnāt always made the best life choices. He was well-aware of that. That didnāt mean he wasnāt very sure--as sure as he was about little else in the world--that he didnāt deserve this.
Not that anyone else seemed to care.Ā
Of course he couldnāt blame them, considering they had no idea what was going on but still. If they did, they certainly wouldnāt care any more. Except how they could use it to their advantage. And there would be advantages. Having the soulmate of a Stark to barter with made for one hell of an attractive offer.
Brock gritted his teeth as he tried to recall all the reasons why passing out in the middle of a dirty SHIELD base was a monumentally stupid idea.
Watching the results of your soulmate getting blown up on TV was bad. Knowing your soulmate survived with a ripped open chest because you could feel said ripped open chest and stubbornly refusing to die? That was worse.
Brock was drenched in cold sweat and shaking by the time heād finally reached an empty storage room where he could safely lock himself away.
One thing was for sure, heād pay the Ten Rings every ounce of pain he felt back. Tenfold. And once heād gotten his fucking soulmate back, he was going to kill Stark. Slowly.
Another wave of pain hit Brock--damn, consciousness was a bitch--and he had to bite into his arm to keep from screaming out loud. No attention, he tried to remember desperately. He couldnāt afford it.
That was the problem with soulmates: you always had them, from the beginning of your creation, but you didnāt always know it. The realisation came at some point through your life, in some cases sooner, in others later. It always came though. And sometimes that meant finding yourself at twenty-five, neck-deep in a secret government organisation that desperately wanted to get its hands on your soulmate.
And you cared. You always cared. Brock hated it--but he was no exception. When all his training demanded he reveal his tie to Stark, use it to their advantage, his entire being had rebelled the mere suggestion. He hadnāt been able to get the words out, not even an implication. It was only logical--and completely unthinkable.
Another wave of pain, this one so intense that for one long, terrible moment Brock couldnāt hear, couldnāt see, couldnāt even remember how to be.
It was too much and Brock knew it. Could feel consciousness slipping from his grasp and yet. He couldnāt stop. Had to take more, more of the pain, more of the haze and fear and desperation. He couldnāt stop, couldnāt pull back, could only open himself up even more.
That was the thing about soulmates: They always came first.