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24 November 2015 @ 05:32 pm
Happy Early Turkey Day!  
For anyone who celebrates a day of eating and family time, I hope it's a good one.

As a random media rec, if you have access to Netflix's series Jessica Jones, I highly recommend it. It's got so many amazing characters and stories we don't see played out too often.
 
 
 
shadowfireflameshadowfireflame on November 25th, 2015 04:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks, happy Thanksgiving to you too! I'm watching JJ now and really loving it. I haven't really been into any other Marvel properties, but this one is super intelligent and well-made in every way. I'm about half-through it and can't wait for more!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on November 30th, 2015 12:19 am (UTC)
I'm late to reply but I hope you had a good holiday!

JJ shaped up to be one of my favorite Marvel show/movie. It's a great series with a really well done look at trauma and abusive relationships.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 28th, 2015 04:05 pm (UTC)
I needed a brain break, so here's some SuperKids Thanksgiving fic. Apparently I'm just going to write holiday fic for this verse. I borrowed Winnie rather heavily; I hope you don't mind! Couple Ultron characters in here, but nothing too confusing, I don't think. The Superkids are fourteen and almost-fourteen.

Lists of Things


“Welcome to Stark Tower!” FRIDAY's cheerful Irish voice greeted the Rogers Family. “Happy Thanksgiving to you!”

They all thanked her and offered return salutations.

“I'm very well, thank you,” FRIDAY said, in response to JJ's query. “There's lots to do today! I hope you have a good time. The gathering's on the 21st floor. Please go on up.”

They went on up. Nora knew what to expect from a Tony Stark party now, but it still amazed her when she stepped into the room and saw the production there. A huge banquet table was set up, with goblets and leaves and pumpkins. Crystals dangled from the ceilings and cast little rainbows around the walls. Caterers were clattering around in the kitchen, from the sound of it, and it smelled amazing.

“Welcome,” JARVIS said. He and FRIDAY were evidently sharing duties today. Tony ran them both on holidays, but Nora didn't know why. Either one was capable of handling anything on their own. Maybe he wanted all the family there for the occasion, even the AI members.“Please come in and make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready at 5PM. Drinks are available at the bar, in the meantime, and amuse-bouches can be found at the sideboards.”

JJ's eyes went to the sideboards. Food was on his mind these days, almost constantly. Nora found it bewildering and upsetting how hungry he was, but Steve said he'd been the same at that age, and at least JJ was actually growing.

Nora let JJ fantasize about the food, and looked around for people. There were plenty--more still to come, no doubt, but a good chunk were already there.

“Uh-oh,” Nora said.

“What?” Steve asked.

Nora nodded to Bucky and Winnie.

“Oh,” Steve said.

Winnie had her arms crossed, and was leaning against a wall, not looking at Bucky in a purposeful way meant to be very obvious that she wasn't looking at him. Bucky's metal fingers twitched and danced by his side, and he was looking at Winnie in a purposeful way meant to be very obvious he was looking at her. At the sight of JJ, Winnie stomped away from Bucky, and stomped over to JJ.

“Hi, what's--” JJ started.

“Dad made me come,” Winnie said. “He pulled me off a case. Uncle Sherlock is working on this really interesting case, and I was helping him, and then Dad came and said I had to come here.”

“But, it's Thanksgiving,” JJ said. “You wouldn't want to miss that.”

JJ had Steve's bad habit of being reasonable in the face of fury. Nora had it near the top of her list of Things That Don't Make Steve Rogers A Perfect Human, Despite Appearances.

“Dad didn't give me a choice!” Winnie fumed. “He just told me to come. He didn't even let me fully explain. I could have come later, once we found the culprit. Or we could have been a little late. But he just said it wasn't polite and made me come!”

Nora guessed that JJ's internal response was 'but it isn't polite', and that he was working very hard to tamp down on that.

“What did Sherlock say?” JJ said.

“He said that my help had been invaluable, but that family rituals were an important part of my life, and I should honor my commitments,” Winnie said.

“Well, that's okay, then, right?” JJ said. Poor naïve little man.“He's not mad.”

“That's not the point, JJ,” Winnie said. “Dad just ordered me to come. Just like I was a kid. I'm not a kid. I can make my own choices!”

JJ's sense of injustice flared. “I guess that's not cool,” he agreed.

Winnie sighed with the woes of the world. “Hi, Uncle Steve, Aunt Nora,” she said.

“Hi,” Nora and Steve said.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Steve added.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Winnie mumbled.

JJ pulled her off to the sideboard, where she could rant and he could eat. Nate Barton joined them, and Winnie let loose on him, too. Nora hoped he'd be more sympathetic than JJ was being.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 28th, 2015 04:06 pm (UTC)
Pt 2
Steve and Nora had no time to discuss Winnie before they had Bucky on them.

“She's being a brat,” he said. “I didn't raise her to be a brat.”

“Winnie isn't a brat,” Steve said. “She's a good kid.”

Bucky scowled, and his fingers click-clicked as he flicked them together, like angry little high-heeled shoes stomping around. “I don't get it--she loves coming here. She loves this sort of thing. Why is she being so bratty about it? Everything I tell her to do, she does the opposite!”

“Well, she's a fourteen-year-old,” Nora said. “That's kind of what they do.”

“Yours doesn't,” Bucky said. “JJ never mouths off, or disobeys, or storms off to Joan's.”

It was the way of the world that Nora wished JJ would do those things every once in awhile. Sometimes he did, and even though she had to scold or punish him for them, she wanted to give him a high-five for rebelling. She didn't want him doing drugs or stealing things, but dammit, he could at least not do his homework once in a while.

“JJ isn't an angel,” Steve said. “He's just difficult in different ways. You haven't tried to calm him down when he's on a campaign about something.”

“I bet it's just like talking you down,” Bucky said.

“And I bet Winnie is just like you when you used to sneak out to play baseball when your mom told you to do your chores,” Steve said.

Bucky's fingers stopped clicking. “That was different,” he said. “I wasn't...it wasn't...Boys are different.

Nora held her hands up in a T for timeout. “1940's mentalities on the field,” she said. “Interference called.”

Bucky scowled. “I just can't figure out why I'm the bad guy for making her do something she wants to do,” he said.

“She's a teenager,” Nora said.

“We didn't have teenagers when I was her age,” Bucky said.

Nora knew that literally to be true. Before the 50s, you were a child and then an adult. Steve sometimes thought JJ should be more mature than he was, because he'd been more mature at that age. But he'd been in the midst of the Great Depression and Prohibition, and had been through every illness known. He'd had to grow up early.

“Just ask her next time,” Nora advised. “She doesn't like being told.”

“I'm her father,” Bucky said.

Nora held up her hands in the T again, and Bucky sighed.

“Joan told me that already,” he said, his head dropping down in defeat. “Girls are hard.”

Nora gave him a pat on the arm. “If it helps, at that age, most of the time I didn't know why I was behaving the way I was,” she said. “Hormones are weird.”

“We didn't have hormones when I was her age, either,” Bucky said.




Tony didn't like to seat families or couples together at gatherings. Nora thought it was him liking to see people mingle and chat, and get out of themselves a little. Or maybe he just enjoyed being contrary. Either way, it was good that Bucky and Winnie were both at opposite sides of the table, and almost opposite ends. Nora ended up to the left of Tony who sat at the head of the table, and had Thor on her left, and Bruce and Sam across from her.

“So, what are we doing for Mini-Cap's birthday?” Tony demanded, almost as soon as the appetizers were served.

“That's still three weeks away, Tony,” Nora said. “And we just celebrated Winnie's birthday. We're not even through Thanksgiving.”

“I'm waiting for the point,” Tony said. “I can tell from your tone you're making one, but I have no idea what it is.”

“Too many parties,” Nora said. “Let me rest, and we'll talk. I need time to sit and not talk to people, and read a book.”

“Why don't you just let me handle it?” Tony said. “I can plan it. It'll be epic. Fourteen is a super important year.”

“You say that every year,” Bruce told him. “For everyone.”

“Because it is,” Tony said. “Successfully living to be whatever age you are is a statistical anomaly. Being born is a bazillion chances to one. We should be celebrating the crap out of that.”

Sam shook his head. “I know you're talking shit, but I'm finding it inspirational,” he said. “I've been here too long.”

Bruce nodded with a look of resignation on his face.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 28th, 2015 04:07 pm (UTC)
Pt 3
“I learned that from Cap,” Tony said. “If you say something like there's heartfelt violins playing behind you, you sound inspirational, no matter what you're saying. I bet he's even inspirational in bed. Right, Mrs R?”

Nora, despite her many years of knowing Tony, still managed to choke on her asparagus and felt hot blood running up into her face. Thor gave her a helpful clap on the back, which dislodged the asparagus, and also possibly her back teeth.

“Stark, stop your ribaldry. ” he scolded. “You're making Honor uncomfortable.”

On the list of things Nora considered to be odd about her life, the fact that the only person who called her by her proper first name was a Norse alien god was surprisingly only number five or six.

“Sorry. Ribaldry done,” Tony said. “But, I'm just saying, you two made a pretty awesome kid, so clearly something inspirational is happening between the sheets.”

Was 'thank you' the right response to that? Nora elected to take a large sip of wine, and pretend she wasn't there.

“JJ must be old enough for a motorcycle now, right?” Tony asked.

“Wrong,” Nora said.

“Come on,” Tony whined. “I was building motorcycles by his age. I could make him an awesome one.”

“He's allowed to two-up with Steve, but there is no way he's getting on one on his own until he has his license,” Nora said.

“But that doesn't preclude him having his own,” Tony said, raising a finger in triumph. “Thor gave him and Winnie swords last year; I've had to up my game. He basically gave them an Asgardian Bat and Bar Mitzvah. Fucking hard to compete with.”

“It's not a competition,” Nora said.

Tony raised his eyebrows at her, his eyes going puppy dog in mock hurt. “Nora Rogers, all these years we've been friends, and you don't know me at all.”




By the end of the meal, Nora had successfully talked Tony down to an 'epic' party, instead of the 'super epic' one he wanted. People tended to move around at dinners, swapping seats to chat with other guests as the courses changed, and Nora was able to get Pepper in there to assist in diffusing Tony's enthusiasm. On the list of reasons why it was hard to raise her son to be well-adjusted and normal, Nora placed Tony Stark as Number 1.

“I am totally stoked about that,” was his reply, when she'd told him that, once. She'd refused to give him the high-five he wanted for it.

Edited at 2015-11-28 04:09 pm (UTC)
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 28th, 2015 04:09 pm (UTC)
Pt 4
Nora had also had a bit of a gab with Natasha (still kicking ass), Jane (still sciencing), and Laura Barton (still rocking her home office). Winnie had perked up during the meal, but Bucky had made the mistake of trying to talk to her again, and she went right back into being miserable.

“You know, purposefully not having fun just to make a point is kind of shooting yourself in the foot,” Nora told her, as she joined her on the couch after dinner.

“I'm not doing that,” Winnie said, sticking her chin out.

“So, you're not having a good time?” Nora said.

“No,” Winnie said. “I mean, yes.” She sighed. “It's not like I didn't want to come. I just didn't like him telling me I had to come, like I wasn't able to make my own choices about things.”

“It probably wasn't the best way to handle it,” Nora said. “But your dad doesn't have any family left. Him and Steve only have this family, and it's important to them. He wants you here because he loves you, and he wants you to have this family.”

Winnie bowed her head. “Mom said that, too,” she said.

Poor Joan. She kept giving good advice and no one was listening. Nora should send her some flowers.

“It's hard to be a parent,” Nora said. “I'm guessing it's even harder when you're 90 years out of your comfort zone.”

“But Uncle Steve isn't stupid,” Winnie said.

“Oh, Uncle Steve is plenty stupid,” Nora assured her. “On the list of stupid people I know, he's probably in the top ten, in some areas.”

Winnie giggled.

“There will be lots of cases, but you only get so many special occasions,” Nora said.

“Aunt Nora, we do this, like, every three weeks,” Winnie said.

“Okay, yes, that wasn't as profound as I would have liked,” Nora admitted.

“I get your point, though,” Winnie said.

“Okay, good,” Nora said. “Because that's all the grown-up wisdom I have for the moment. I think I would have had to resort to song lyrics next.”

Winnie kicked her feet for a few moments, and then looked determined. Nora hoped she was going to get up and tell Bucky she was sorry and they would have a nice moment together, but she actually just got up and asked JJ and Nate if they wanted to go play in the arcade. Small victories, Nora supposed.

Steve came over and handed her a piece of pie, flopping down next to her on the couch. “Did you sing at her?” he asked.

“No,” Nora said. “But I was very close to “Cat's in the Cradle”, so it's good she figured it out before I had to get my Harry Chapin on. How did your stern captainly lecture with Bucky go? I saw you and Clint tag-teaming him with fatherly wisdom.”

Steve gave her a stern captainly look of disapproval at her flippancy. “Fine,” he said. “I think we got him to try to request next time, instead of demand. But I don't think they're going to apologize to each other today. Maybe tomorrow. Bucky's always been stubborn. Winnie's worse.” He played with her hair, pulling some curls out and letting them pop back into place. “Uh, Tony asked me how I felt about speed boats? I didn't know what he was talking about, so I just said no.”

“Good boy,” Nora said.

“He called me a lame dad,” Steve said. “I figured I'd made the right choice.”

Nora dug into the pecan-pumpkin-cheesecake pie thing that Steve had brought her, and let out a big yawn.

“I think I'm getting old,” she said. “I'm ready to go home and read a book.”

“You're always ready to go home and read a book,” Steve pointed out.“Except for when you're ready to go home and water your flowers. If you can stick it out a bit longer, we'll be all partied out until JJ's birthday. We'll stay home and read.”

“We're boring,” Nora said.

“Yeah, but we're boring together,” Steve said, giving her a smile.“That makes us a good team.”

Nora held up her hand for a Rogers fistbump, and he punched it in.

“Did you have a good time, otherwise?” Steve wondered. “Except for the family drama.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nora said. “In the list of the 300 days of the Tony Stark calendar that we celebrate, Thanksgiving is definitely in my top twenty.”

Edited at 2015-11-28 04:20 pm (UTC)
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on November 30th, 2015 12:16 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
Awww! I love your SuperKids holiday fics! My favorite bit has to be Nora's interactions with Tony. It's such a nice example of normal people trying to interact with a Stark and being a bit overwhelmed. I also like how you wrote teenage!Winnie who so perfectly loves her dad but is in some stubborn competition with him. By some huge coincidence, I was pecking away at a fic where Sherlock and a teenage Winnie are off solving a crime when your fic came in so same minds!

The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 30th, 2015 12:28 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
My favorite bit has to be Nora's interactions with Tony. It's such a nice example of normal people trying to interact with a Stark and being a bit overwhelmed.

It was interesting to write that bit, because I have another fic I was working on which is the first time Steve introduces Nora to everyone, at a 4th of July, 'hey it's Cap's birthday' party at the Tower, and she is absolutely a mess around Tony. So, I kind of like that even if I haven't written the intervening years, somewhere in there she's learned how to talk to him, and somewhat deal with him.

By some huge coincidence, I was pecking away at a fic where Sherlock and a teenage Winnie are off solving a crime when your fic came in so same minds!

Groovy! Winnie kind of took over here, so I let her. I just had an idea of her and Bucky being at odds, and then Nora got kind of motherly on me, so that ended up being more of an element than I expected it to be.

formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on November 30th, 2015 12:40 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
I think every normal person has to figure out their own way of talking to Tony. Nora does a nice mix of ignoring him and sticking with firm boundaries while also humoring him. In my mind Elliot's tactics are to just nod along and later ask someone else if he's accidentally agreed to go mechasuit fighting with Tony.

As a birthday gift, Sherlock's given Winnie the gift of a case to solve. "It's not a murder case so your father should not have any objections." He tags along to be her second set of eyes and juuuust in case things get a bit dangerous. I set it in the daemon verse though so most of it is Sid and Cam interacting.
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 30th, 2015 12:53 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
I like to think Nora has a firm grasp of things, until Tony pulls the rug out--and Tony knows that, and likes pulling the rug out.

In my mind Elliot's tactics are to just nod along and later ask someone else if he's accidentally agreed to go mechasuit fighting with Tony.

Ha! I haven't had a chance to write Tess with Tony, but I feel like she'd be more of a bro than anything.

Tony: Yeah, and then I'm thinking laser tag on hoverboards.
Tess: Cool! Under black light?
Tony: Shit, why didn't I think of that? I'm getting old.

He tags along to be her second set of eyes and juuuust in case things get a bit dangerous. I set it in the daemon verse though so most of it is Sid and Cam interacting.

That is super adorable. I can see Sid watching carefully and trying not to get in the way, and finding it very hard not to get in the way.

Sherlock: Give her a moment to think.
Sid: It's been five moments...I'm saying something.
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on November 30th, 2015 01:08 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
Tony: Yeah, and then I'm thinking laser tag on hoverboards.
Tess: Cool! Under black light?
Tony: Shit, why didn't I think of that? I'm getting old.


Hee! Poor Tony. He's having to up his game now.

Sherlock: Give her a moment to think.
Sid: It's been five moments...I'm saying something.


Yeah, I had a few moments where Sherlock's pushed Sid into his pocket to prevent her from running out and very pointedly hopping next to a clue.

Cam: You already know the solution. Give us a chance to catch up.
Sid: *muffled voice* I am! Only...did you see those footprints by the backyard? I'm only asking out of curiosity.
Cam: Yes!
Sid: Okay, just checking...so...any thoughts on those footprints?
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 30th, 2015 01:55 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
Hee! Poor Tony. He's having to up his game now.

Tony: it's really a curse to be this awesome, I just have to keep being more awesome. What if I run out?
Pepper: I'm still hoping.

Yeah, I had a few moments where Sherlock's pushed Sid into his pocket to prevent her from running out and very pointedly hopping next to a clue.

Hee! I'm imagining her whistling and casually walking...in circles...around this totally obvious clue...repeatedly....

I have a couple of moments in one of my Stark kids fic when Tony is trying to teach Jamie how to diagnose an Iron Man suit and having to keep himself from blatantly giving the answers away.

Jamie: Maybe the powers is broken? So they can't go around?
Tony: Right. That's...possible. Any other thoughts?
Jamie: Um...
Tony: Maybe we should look....here...at the ....knee...
Jamie: Is it broken?
Tony: Yes! Good job. Let's find out why!
formerly lifeinsomniacjoonscribble on November 30th, 2015 03:11 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
I love BetterDadThanHoward!Tony. He tries so hard and is pretty good at it!
The Writer They Call Tayawanderingbard on November 30th, 2015 03:35 am (UTC)
Re: Pt 4
You said something a while back when we were back and forthing about something, which was the idea of Tony's therapist telling him something along the lines of 'imagine the kind of dad you would have wanted your father to be, and start from there', and I've incorporated that into that verse. Being Tony, he sometimes goes overboard in the other direction and has to pull himself back, but he tries.

I like the idea of Uncle!Tony too much to bring in my Starklings to the Superkids verse, I think, but I sometimes like to imagine all the superhero children running around together and having adventures.