War Machine / James Rhodes by Kevin Hopgood & Steve Mitchell
But it’s true! They devoted a whole panel just to Tony checking out Rhodey’s expression/reactions/does he like the suit.
And then a whole panel to yes Tony Rhodey REALLY LIKES IT oh yeah man.
Title: Layers, Cells, Constellations
Pairing/Characters: James “Rhodey” Rhodes/Tony Stark
Rating: NC-17/Explicit (for explicit sexual content)
“The sun isn’t coming up yet,” Tony said, “what are you even talking about? Late?”
“I was going to say,” Tony said, and took a deep breath, licked his dry lips, and leaned in. He put one hand on Rhodey’s chest, and then kissed him.
(Set during Stark Resilient, canon-compliant missing scene. But with more sex.)
Title from a quote from Anais Nin: “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
This fic owes a heavy, heavy debt to a conversation I had with pottsresilient. I couldn’t get it out of my head … and thus this fic resulted, remixed and reshaken, but definitely owing a heavy debt.
Here on AO3.
Summary: Tony never expected his downfall to come at the hands of a friend.
Written for greatrhodeybutt, who commented a few weeks ago that there was no Villain!Rhodey fic. I heard this song lyric last night and knew instantly that I had a story here that fit the bill.
The really sucky thing about being right all the time is that sooner or later, you’re going to be right about something you really really don’t want to be right about.
"I knew I shouldn’t have asked you to check out Pym’s lab," Tony says. He tugs weakly at the cuffs, but it’s mostly just for show. He’s not going anywhere and he knows it.
"No, you did exactly the right thing," Rhodey says. He still sounds so damn earnest, which really hurts. If he were grandstanding, twirling an invisible mustache and strutting about like some one-dimensional villain, this would all be easier to bear.