Fic: Safe (MCU, OTAvengers, FRT-13)
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kathierif_ficTitle: Safe
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: OT8/OTAvengers
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: It's the nightmares again.
A/Ns: for kink_bingo's "bondage (wrist/ankle restraints)".
It's the nightmares again, and he can't hide in his workshop anymore because everything goes blurry in front of his eyes, his lashes glued together and his muscles aching, but he knows that, as soon as he will lie down, they will be back, clawing at his throat and choking him, with tears and sand and blood.
He knows they are nightmares. They are not real.
They feel damn real to him.
"Come on," someone says gently. It's Steve, his big hands gentle where they curve around Tony's elbow and his waist and half guide, half carry him, away from the blurry screen and into an elevator, and then, he is in the bedroom and he can't help himself, he balks at the thought of getting on the bed, under the covers.
He can't.
"Yes, you can," someone breathes into his ear. Bruce, he realizes, he's not that far gone that he won't recognize his team, his friends, his family, even if everything else is spinning out of his control faster than he can react.
"We're here, Tony," Pepper soothes, her hands cool against his forehead and his cheek, and he leans into the touch for a moment, breathes in her familiar smell and he wants to cry at the thought of hurting her, but his eyes are dry and itchy.
"We take care of you now," Steve says, his voice firm, and gentle hands take off all his clothes until he is in his underwear and shivering.
More hands guide and cajole him until he is on the bed, on his back, his pillow stuffed comfortably under his head. Tony is so exhausted, he doesn't even care, but he still knows that he can't sleep like this, can't let it happen again.
"Shh," someone murmurs. "Be at peace." Thor, then, and Tony's eyes refuse to focus. He has to rely on his other senses, and they are telling him that big hands have just picked up his right hand, rough fingertips brushing reverently down the sinews in his forearm, and then, something is wrapped around his wrist.
It's wide and it's heavy, padded with something soft, and Tony brings his hand up close to his face to find out that it's one of Thor's Asgardian bracelets, gleaming golden metal and thick leather on the outside.
Tony doesn't fight when Thor takes his hand and fastens it, with enough give to move, but not to run away, to roll over to the other side of the bed, to harm.
Tony exhales, the tension slowly seeping out of his shoulders when he realizes that his hand is trapped, and he won't manage to free himself accidentally. It will probably take half an hour just to untangle the knot Thor just made, which is going to suck in the morning, but right now, Tony is just thankful.
His left hand is grasped, and another cuff is wrapped around his wrist. This one is different, sheepskin lining brushing soft against his pulsepoint and the silver gleam of the vibranium-titanium alloy. Steve's, then, Tony thinks, and he lets Steve tie this hand as well while Thor leans over him and presses his mouth gently against Tony's.
Fingers brush against his ankle, tickling slightly. He can't tell what is happening, not when Steve follows Thor's example and kisses him, his fingers brushing gently through Tony's hair, but then, Steve moves out of the way and he sees Pepper, her hand on his knee, and he knows that this is hers, on her left ankle, soft and stretchy but still durable enough to hold him.
"Is that a piece of Hulk-pants?" he asks, and Bruce laughs somewhere behind him, brushes a hand down his arm while Natasha wraps something black and sturdy around his right ankle, and then Clint uses a length of bowstring to tie the two together, effectively hobbling Tony while Bruce checks one last time that the belt around Tony's middle is comfortable and that his circulation won't get cut off when he falls asleep with his hands tied to it.
"Test it," Steve says gently, and Tony wriggles, moves and twists, but he's caught, unable to escape from the bonds that hold him tight.
More tension bleeds out of him, and he sighs softly when slips under the sheets without hesitating, and the others quickly follow.
The bed is big enough for eight, Tony made sure of that, and he feels himself start to drift off while he feels Natasha stretch out next to Pepper, murmuring softly into her hair while getting comfortable. He feels Bruce climbing over him with a kiss, to roll against Natasha's back on the far side of the bed, then Thor takes his spot between Pepper and Tony, protecting her with his body in case the bonds will break.
A wet washcloth is placed over Tony's eyes, and then Steve is there, protecting him from the other side, his hand coming to rest on top of the arc reactor, keeping it safe, and Tony feels safe and boneless and protected.
There's only one piece missing.
"Scissors?" he asks, his words slurred with exhaustion and relief of having his team, his family, all around him.
"Phil has them," Steve murmurs into his ear, and Tony can feel the sheets being pulled over him and Phil's hand squeezing his shoulder briefly.
"I've got them," Phil murmurs. He gets the outside of the bed because that's where the scissors are and the bottle with the painkiller, just like Bruce gets the other outer side because that way, he can put his glasses on the nightstand there.
"Settle down, Barton," Phil adds after a moment, and Tony feels the familiar, comfortable weight of Clint's wrist on his ankle, holding on and making sure that Tony won't kick out in his dreams and hurt someone.
"Sleep," Steve murmurs into Tony's ear, his voice soft and gentle. "If you're good, you get a reward."
Tony shivers at the thought, but he's already too far gone to wonder what that reward could be.
Knowing Steve, it's something good.
Tony doesn't have to worry about it. He's safe in his bonds, put there by his team, and he's cared for.
They won't let anything happen to him.
And with that thought, he finally manages to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: OT8/OTAvengers
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: It's the nightmares again.
A/Ns: for kink_bingo's "bondage (wrist/ankle restraints)".
It's the nightmares again, and he can't hide in his workshop anymore because everything goes blurry in front of his eyes, his lashes glued together and his muscles aching, but he knows that, as soon as he will lie down, they will be back, clawing at his throat and choking him, with tears and sand and blood.
He knows they are nightmares. They are not real.
They feel damn real to him.
"Come on," someone says gently. It's Steve, his big hands gentle where they curve around Tony's elbow and his waist and half guide, half carry him, away from the blurry screen and into an elevator, and then, he is in the bedroom and he can't help himself, he balks at the thought of getting on the bed, under the covers.
He can't.
"Yes, you can," someone breathes into his ear. Bruce, he realizes, he's not that far gone that he won't recognize his team, his friends, his family, even if everything else is spinning out of his control faster than he can react.
"We're here, Tony," Pepper soothes, her hands cool against his forehead and his cheek, and he leans into the touch for a moment, breathes in her familiar smell and he wants to cry at the thought of hurting her, but his eyes are dry and itchy.
"We take care of you now," Steve says, his voice firm, and gentle hands take off all his clothes until he is in his underwear and shivering.
More hands guide and cajole him until he is on the bed, on his back, his pillow stuffed comfortably under his head. Tony is so exhausted, he doesn't even care, but he still knows that he can't sleep like this, can't let it happen again.
"Shh," someone murmurs. "Be at peace." Thor, then, and Tony's eyes refuse to focus. He has to rely on his other senses, and they are telling him that big hands have just picked up his right hand, rough fingertips brushing reverently down the sinews in his forearm, and then, something is wrapped around his wrist.
It's wide and it's heavy, padded with something soft, and Tony brings his hand up close to his face to find out that it's one of Thor's Asgardian bracelets, gleaming golden metal and thick leather on the outside.
Tony doesn't fight when Thor takes his hand and fastens it, with enough give to move, but not to run away, to roll over to the other side of the bed, to harm.
Tony exhales, the tension slowly seeping out of his shoulders when he realizes that his hand is trapped, and he won't manage to free himself accidentally. It will probably take half an hour just to untangle the knot Thor just made, which is going to suck in the morning, but right now, Tony is just thankful.
His left hand is grasped, and another cuff is wrapped around his wrist. This one is different, sheepskin lining brushing soft against his pulsepoint and the silver gleam of the vibranium-titanium alloy. Steve's, then, Tony thinks, and he lets Steve tie this hand as well while Thor leans over him and presses his mouth gently against Tony's.
Fingers brush against his ankle, tickling slightly. He can't tell what is happening, not when Steve follows Thor's example and kisses him, his fingers brushing gently through Tony's hair, but then, Steve moves out of the way and he sees Pepper, her hand on his knee, and he knows that this is hers, on her left ankle, soft and stretchy but still durable enough to hold him.
"Is that a piece of Hulk-pants?" he asks, and Bruce laughs somewhere behind him, brushes a hand down his arm while Natasha wraps something black and sturdy around his right ankle, and then Clint uses a length of bowstring to tie the two together, effectively hobbling Tony while Bruce checks one last time that the belt around Tony's middle is comfortable and that his circulation won't get cut off when he falls asleep with his hands tied to it.
"Test it," Steve says gently, and Tony wriggles, moves and twists, but he's caught, unable to escape from the bonds that hold him tight.
More tension bleeds out of him, and he sighs softly when slips under the sheets without hesitating, and the others quickly follow.
The bed is big enough for eight, Tony made sure of that, and he feels himself start to drift off while he feels Natasha stretch out next to Pepper, murmuring softly into her hair while getting comfortable. He feels Bruce climbing over him with a kiss, to roll against Natasha's back on the far side of the bed, then Thor takes his spot between Pepper and Tony, protecting her with his body in case the bonds will break.
A wet washcloth is placed over Tony's eyes, and then Steve is there, protecting him from the other side, his hand coming to rest on top of the arc reactor, keeping it safe, and Tony feels safe and boneless and protected.
There's only one piece missing.
"Scissors?" he asks, his words slurred with exhaustion and relief of having his team, his family, all around him.
"Phil has them," Steve murmurs into his ear, and Tony can feel the sheets being pulled over him and Phil's hand squeezing his shoulder briefly.
"I've got them," Phil murmurs. He gets the outside of the bed because that's where the scissors are and the bottle with the painkiller, just like Bruce gets the other outer side because that way, he can put his glasses on the nightstand there.
"Settle down, Barton," Phil adds after a moment, and Tony feels the familiar, comfortable weight of Clint's wrist on his ankle, holding on and making sure that Tony won't kick out in his dreams and hurt someone.
"Sleep," Steve murmurs into Tony's ear, his voice soft and gentle. "If you're good, you get a reward."
Tony shivers at the thought, but he's already too far gone to wonder what that reward could be.
Knowing Steve, it's something good.
Tony doesn't have to worry about it. He's safe in his bonds, put there by his team, and he's cared for.
They won't let anything happen to him.
And with that thought, he finally manages to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.