The Cut of His Jib
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brainofckTitle: The Cut of His Jib
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The curse of super senses.
Content/warnings: On talk like a pirate day, there may have been a dare. Also, I was unable to make the meatloaf thing fit. Sorry, Zats.
Words: 414
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. Just a little fair use, not-for-profit fun by a merchandise, movie, and comics consuming fan.
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Beta: HAHAHA! None!
“If my assistant isn’t at her desk, just come on in. It’ll be me and the CEO of Stark Industries, having a working lunch. Courtesy knock optional.”
He would have gone in. He was still somewhat intimidated by Stark Industries and Ms. Potts to be honest. But he would have gone right in, really, except, as he was putting his hand on the door handle, he heard Tony say, "Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?" in an outrageous, growly, um, pirate voice? Steve stopped. No, that could not be right. That definitely did not sound like a working lunch with Ms. Potts.
He heard her chuckle in response.
"Why don't you come over here and show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad?" she purred.
To which Tony replied, "Prepare to be… Ow! Shit! How does Fury put up with this crap? No depth perception whatsoever. Doesn’t he know he has the greatest scientific minds in the world at his disposal? I’m sure Bruce and I could…”
“Come ‘ere, ya bilge rat. And don’t take it off. It adds to your rakish charm,” Pepper protested.
“But I’m already, like, 85% rakish charm. I bet that’s why he wears it,” Tony muttered. “Now, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, prepare to be boarded, lass.”
Pepper gave an undignified squeak.
“Mind the wandering hands. We must wait for our good Captain,” she said, sounding not a little breathless.
“He’s certainly the sleekest schooner I’ve ever sighted,” Tony commented. “I’d like to fire my cannon through his porthole.”
“I’m sure we can find him a sheath for his cutlass,” Pepper laughed. “And I had better be the sleekest, or you’ll be scraping the barnacles off your own rudder…”
“What does that even mean? And where is he, anyway?” Tony grumbled. “It’s not like him to be late.”
Steve felt it was the moment of decision. He wasn’t sure why they were talking like pirates, but it was pretty clear what they were discussing. To stay, or go?
Taking a deep breath, he turned the door handle.
“Ahoy, me beauties!” he boomed. Two pairs of surprised eyes appeared over the back of Tony’s couch. (Well, just the one pair of eyes, plus one eye and an eye patch. Pepper was right. It did have a certain appeal.) Steve nearly lost his nerve. He swallowed hard.
“Blow me down?” he suggested tentatively.
And they all got together and hauled some keel.
The End
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
ETA: OMG, there WILL be an edit later. Forgot something, but MUST DO REAL WORK. Arrrrrrr.
ETA 2: Eye patch acknowledged. Now all done.
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The curse of super senses.
Content/warnings: On talk like a pirate day, there may have been a dare. Also, I was unable to make the meatloaf thing fit. Sorry, Zats.
Words: 414
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. Just a little fair use, not-for-profit fun by a merchandise, movie, and comics consuming fan.
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckBeta: HAHAHA! None!
“If my assistant isn’t at her desk, just come on in. It’ll be me and the CEO of Stark Industries, having a working lunch. Courtesy knock optional.”
He would have gone in. He was still somewhat intimidated by Stark Industries and Ms. Potts to be honest. But he would have gone right in, really, except, as he was putting his hand on the door handle, he heard Tony say, "Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?" in an outrageous, growly, um, pirate voice? Steve stopped. No, that could not be right. That definitely did not sound like a working lunch with Ms. Potts.
He heard her chuckle in response.
"Why don't you come over here and show me how ye bury yer treasure, lad?" she purred.
To which Tony replied, "Prepare to be… Ow! Shit! How does Fury put up with this crap? No depth perception whatsoever. Doesn’t he know he has the greatest scientific minds in the world at his disposal? I’m sure Bruce and I could…”
“Come ‘ere, ya bilge rat. And don’t take it off. It adds to your rakish charm,” Pepper protested.
“But I’m already, like, 85% rakish charm. I bet that’s why he wears it,” Tony muttered. “Now, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, prepare to be boarded, lass.”
Pepper gave an undignified squeak.
“Mind the wandering hands. We must wait for our good Captain,” she said, sounding not a little breathless.
“He’s certainly the sleekest schooner I’ve ever sighted,” Tony commented. “I’d like to fire my cannon through his porthole.”
“I’m sure we can find him a sheath for his cutlass,” Pepper laughed. “And I had better be the sleekest, or you’ll be scraping the barnacles off your own rudder…”
“What does that even mean? And where is he, anyway?” Tony grumbled. “It’s not like him to be late.”
Steve felt it was the moment of decision. He wasn’t sure why they were talking like pirates, but it was pretty clear what they were discussing. To stay, or go?
Taking a deep breath, he turned the door handle.
“Ahoy, me beauties!” he boomed. Two pairs of surprised eyes appeared over the back of Tony’s couch. (Well, just the one pair of eyes, plus one eye and an eye patch. Pepper was right. It did have a certain appeal.) Steve nearly lost his nerve. He swallowed hard.
“Blow me down?” he suggested tentatively.
And they all got together and hauled some keel.
The End
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
ETA: OMG, there WILL be an edit later. Forgot something, but MUST DO REAL WORK. Arrrrrrr.
ETA 2: Eye patch acknowledged. Now all done.
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Date: 2012-09-20 09:52 pm (UTC)Blow me down, indeed!
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Date: 2012-09-20 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-21 08:41 am (UTC)Very well done!!!
Shame I haven't got a pirate icon for commenting :P