I Choose You - Information

I Choose You - Information

So, information about the ICY 'verse.  It is (currently) 6 parts long, not all written yet, but fully plotted and waiting for me to have enough time to do so.  In order, they will be:

1. (Barely) Controlled Chaos 2. Under Cover Of Darkness 3. The Face The World Sees 4. Good Guys Don't Always Wear White 5. My Brother In All But Blood 6. War, Not Just A Battle

I have no idea how long it will take me to write and post them all, but I'm in this for the long haul, so sit back and enjoy :)

You do not need to know anything about Pokemon to read this 'verse.  I am ignoring all the things except for the Pokemon themselves, and the first time each one is mentioned, I will add a link to the relevant Bulbapedia page for anybody who's interested.  Otherwise, just assume they are sentient creatures, and anything else you need to know that is relevant to the fic is explained therein.  I wil  answer any and all questions happily.

Pokeballs, Gyms, Trainers - all are ignored in this fic.  Well, mostly.  I plan on taking the mickey out of certain aspects, but it is done with respect - I love the Pokemon games.  I just find certain parts of them strange.

As far as the Avengers is concerned, there WILL be spoilers for the MCU films up to and including The Avengers (2012).  That is not to say that everything that happens in these fics is true to MCU canon.  This is very AU, and most of the background I give is made up by me, but certain scenes are taken directly from films; I will give warnings when this happens.  Otherwise, my head is a strange place to be.

Posting will start soon.  I hope you enjoy it.

Odd Things To Happen At Work #1

So, I work in a bar.  It's pretty busy most of the time, but today was pretty quiet, so I had time to talk to some of the customers.  There was only one guy at the bar at one point, so we were talking while I did his drinks, and he seemed ok, then he tried to get out of paying.  This isn't exactly unusual, but the way he did it made me very confused.

He proposed marriage - twice.

When I turned him down (with a heavy dose of WTF), he upped the ante and told me we could have lots and lots of children.  I made him pay the money and then walked away, but the award for creepiest and most inventive way to attempt non-payment goes to him.

Checklist for character development.

Created by myself, compiled from questions gleaned from several sources, and some of my own additions.

(Barely) Controlled Chaos #2

Part 2 of the fic.  Tony goes to MIT.

Warnings for this part:  none in particular

October 1991, Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Tony closed his eyes, counted to ten mentally then, when that failed to calm him down, picked up his phone and threw it at the wall.  It smashed into five different pieces, but he didn’t care.  Only his father and Jarvis ever called him on it, and he was going to ignore any calls from Howard Stark from this point on.  He thought he could give Tony rules, did he?  Fuck him.  If Tony wanted to make friends, he’d make fucking friends, and screw his father for suggesting that anyone who would bother was only there because Howard was rich.

He was wrong anyway.  Nobody was interested in Tony for his father’s money, because nobody was interested in Tony.  He’d been at MIT for two weeks, and nobody had looked at him twice.  Which, you know, was fine.  He was used to being ignored.

Tony’s temper abated as fast as it had come, and he looked morosely at the pieces of cell phone scattered around his feet.  Sighing, he gathered the bits and shoved them into his bag.  He’d take it to the robotics lab – the only place on campus where he actually felt like he maybe belonged, even if he was ignored just as thoroughly there as anywhere else – and put it back together.  Maybe with a few improvements, because the time it took to charge was just ridiculous and Tony could totally fix that.  It would be fiddly work too, which would take his mind off the pained feeling in his chest.  He was lonely.  Howard had a knack for hitting Tony right where it hurt most.

His father was a dick.  He needed to remember this, because Howard was a dick, and Tony couldn’t let that upset him.  He was stronger than that.  He was more than that.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the robotics lab before he could wallow any more.  It was surprisingly full for the hour; after 8pm, Tony usually found himself alone in the lab.  He looked around at the grad students taking up most of the room, then remembered that they had a deadline the next day.  Suddenly, it made a lot more sense.

Tony found a free bench in the corner of the room and set the pieces of his cell phone on the table.  He hadn’t managed to crack the case – it would take something along the lines of a sledgehammer to manage that – but the back had come loose, and several bits of circuitry had flown free.  Tony ignored the shell – he could sort that out later – and focussed on the interior components.    He studied it for several minutes before working out what he needed to change, then looked around for the tools he’d need to fix it.  They were all on a neighbouring bench, being used by a harassed-looking grad student.  Tony debated the wisdom of asking to borrow vs. sneaking them away, and decided that disappearing tools might make the guy explode.  He walked over, ensuring that he made a noise because making a person holding a soldering iron jump was a good way to get burned.  The student shot him a sideways look, before proceeding to ignore him and continue with his soldering.  Tony cleared his throat.

“I need to borrow these.”

Ok, so it wasn’t exactly asking, but it was better than ninja-ing the guy’s tools.  It got him a stressed glare.

“Tough.  I’m using them.  Go play with your cell phone elsewhere, kid; the grown-ups have real work to do.”

Tony bit his lip to stop a very rude retort – the guy still had a soldering iron in his hand – and turned on his heel, sweeping the bits of cell phone back into his bag.  He was sick of being called ‘kid’, and he was sick of being ignored and treated like a joke.  Tony Stark was a goddamn prodigy, something even his fucking father had never been called, and he knew more about engineering and robotics than every grad student in that stupid lab put together.  He could make things they could never dream of.

Fuck it; that was what he was going to do.  He would make the bastards take him seriously.  He was going to make something that would make their brains implode with its sheer awesomeness.  He didn’t know what it was going to be yet, but it was going to be huge.  And it would prove to everybody that he was more than his father’s money and a smart mouth.

Maybe it would even prove it to Howard.  Tony wanted that more than he would admit.

Odd Things To Happen At Work #5

It's my birthday, but I was scheduled to work tonight, so I wore a big badge on my shirt that said 'Birthday Girl', because if I have to work on my birthday, I'm going to milk it for all it's worth.

A woman saw my badge, and yelled at my manager for making me work on my birthday.  I was simulataneously very amused by his expression - and repetitve 'she didn't tell me!' that the woman didn't listen to - and concerned that he would be genuinely annoyed.  Luckily for me, he took revenge by stealing drinks I had made for his own customers, making me do them all twice.  I can deal with that.

As I was leaving, he told me to tell him next time it's my birthday.  I get the feeling that I'll never need to book it off again; he's going to give it me off whether I want him to or not.

I'm ok with that.

Odd Things To Happen At Work #3

So, the England game was on at work this evening, and we were winning by some amount (I do not care about football.  At all.), and the guy I was serving got very excited.  So much so, that he asked if I would marry him if we won 5-0.

This is not the same guy who proposed to me yesterday.

WHY DO STRANGERS KEEP ASKING ME TO MARRY THEM???