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So, This Is a Scene I've Been Meaning To Write
So for about a year now it's been my headcanon that Cap liberated Magneto from the camps when he was a young boy in the war, and that they'd meet again in the twenty-first century. In an awful meeting today, I finally got to write that out:
(For context, this is an MCU AU where the team is put together more slowly...)
Magneto pauses. Even from this distance Steve can see the thin, severe line of his mouth, puzzled. “Who are you?”
“Cap, what are you doing?” Clint’s voice over the comm is calm as ever, but Steve knows he’s pushing the man out of his comfort zone a bit. Well, he’s going to have to get used to that on Steve’s team.
“I’m Captain America,” Steve answers Magneto. He holds left his arm up with his fingers in a fist, gloved knuckles back and facing the agents arrayed behind him. Hold. “We should talk.”
“Cap, seriously, what are you—”
“At ease, Barton.” Coulson’s order silences Clint immediately. “If the Captain wants to talk to the most well-known mutant terrorist in the world, we let him.” Steve wishes he knew how to read that dry tone yet, whether Phil means the words or not.
Right now, it doesn’t matter.
“I knew a man who called himself that once,” Magneto declares, voice ringing out in the tense silence of the street. “You cannot be him.”
Steve can’t help it; he gives the man the same grin he’s given everyone who’s ever tried to count him out. “Try me.”
Magneto descends; the smashed cars and other bits of metal debris he’d been holding in mid-air slowly come to rest on the ground simultaneously to his feet hitting the pavement. He’s only a few feet away from Steve. “Let me see your face.”
Steve can’t quite identify a certain quality in the man’s voice, but it’s some thread he’s heard recently. Not sure if it’s a good idea but doing it anyway, he slowly pulls his cowl back and over his head. “You wanna return the favor, sir?”
Magneto doesn’t say a word, but he does take off the immense red and purple helmet.
“I don’t believe it.” Clint’s voice is honestly dumbstruck.
“Shut it, Barton.” But Coulson sounds strangely fond.
Magneto is an old man—very old, Steve is somehow surprised to see. In his SHIELD file, garbed in some sort of white prison uniform, he had looked austere and severe in a way that had reminded Steve of ancient Roman senators. Up close, however, his hair is more white than silver, the furrows of age in his face lending his craggy features an impression like erosion. Life, and time, have not been kind to this man.
“It is you,” Magneto breathes. “You were there—” He breaks off, and the next thing Steve knows is that he has been enveloped in a hug, that the old man is breathing raggedly with a sound like sobs.
“Um, what just happened?” Clint wants to know over the comm.
~
Anyway. Life remains ridiculous. Funny how fic helps, isn't it?
(For context, this is an MCU AU where the team is put together more slowly...)
Magneto pauses. Even from this distance Steve can see the thin, severe line of his mouth, puzzled. “Who are you?”
“Cap, what are you doing?” Clint’s voice over the comm is calm as ever, but Steve knows he’s pushing the man out of his comfort zone a bit. Well, he’s going to have to get used to that on Steve’s team.
“I’m Captain America,” Steve answers Magneto. He holds left his arm up with his fingers in a fist, gloved knuckles back and facing the agents arrayed behind him. Hold. “We should talk.”
“Cap, seriously, what are you—”
“At ease, Barton.” Coulson’s order silences Clint immediately. “If the Captain wants to talk to the most well-known mutant terrorist in the world, we let him.” Steve wishes he knew how to read that dry tone yet, whether Phil means the words or not.
Right now, it doesn’t matter.
“I knew a man who called himself that once,” Magneto declares, voice ringing out in the tense silence of the street. “You cannot be him.”
Steve can’t help it; he gives the man the same grin he’s given everyone who’s ever tried to count him out. “Try me.”
Magneto descends; the smashed cars and other bits of metal debris he’d been holding in mid-air slowly come to rest on the ground simultaneously to his feet hitting the pavement. He’s only a few feet away from Steve. “Let me see your face.”
Steve can’t quite identify a certain quality in the man’s voice, but it’s some thread he’s heard recently. Not sure if it’s a good idea but doing it anyway, he slowly pulls his cowl back and over his head. “You wanna return the favor, sir?”
Magneto doesn’t say a word, but he does take off the immense red and purple helmet.
“I don’t believe it.” Clint’s voice is honestly dumbstruck.
“Shut it, Barton.” But Coulson sounds strangely fond.
Magneto is an old man—very old, Steve is somehow surprised to see. In his SHIELD file, garbed in some sort of white prison uniform, he had looked austere and severe in a way that had reminded Steve of ancient Roman senators. Up close, however, his hair is more white than silver, the furrows of age in his face lending his craggy features an impression like erosion. Life, and time, have not been kind to this man.
“It is you,” Magneto breathes. “You were there—” He breaks off, and the next thing Steve knows is that he has been enveloped in a hug, that the old man is breathing raggedly with a sound like sobs.
“Um, what just happened?” Clint wants to know over the comm.
~
Anyway. Life remains ridiculous. Funny how fic helps, isn't it?
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I originally had Iron Man there and then thought, no, sending the guy in the GIANT METAL ARMOR is a bad plan. He'll arrive later and go whut.
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I was a long-time comic book fan. I pretty much broke-up with Marvel during the 1990's, but the Avengers movie has got me reading again.
The possible Captain America and Magneto connection had never occurred to me. I like what you do with it here. Especially the visual image of Magneto holding up tons of metal stuff for weapons, and slowly setting it all down as he comes to take a closer look at Steve. I loved how you showed such a primo powerful guy putting his villainy on hold because of something personally meaningful.
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Seriously, this post has MADE MY DAY! And I'm glad you like the fic snippet; I currently have it as part of an ongoing WIP that just keeps getting bigger and bigger... anyway, all my fic is linked to my fic post stickie, and then I post bitlets randomly as I'm working if you particularly feel like playing in tags or some such. :)
edited for iconfail.
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This link should go to fannish_advent. Look for Day 21: Recs Galore.
http://fannish-advent.livejournal.com/?skip=10
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May I post a link to this in an upcoming link spam?
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Of course you can share, dear one!
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Yeah, there's like ~12k more; it's been a WIP for a while. There are more snippets here (442997.html#cutid1) and here (434789.html#cutid1). I'll finish it one of these days. :)
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Anyway...
*hugs tight*
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Remember that time, like, nine months ago...when I asked if I record this ficlet-snippet as a podfic? Well.... I've finally recorded this story! You can find the podfic download link, along with the rest of the podfic anthology it's a part of, right over here:
http://reena-jenkins.dreamwidth.org/383215.html
...it'll get crossposted to the AO3 eventually. Some day. In the future. When I'm done crying at the prospect of cross posting that many podfics all at once.
But, seriously, thank you so much for letting me play around in your sandbox! I had a really fun time with this story, and I'm so glad to be able to share it with the rest of the internet. Happy listening!
- reena_jenkins
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