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(Inspired by this set; the a/u where Tony dies at the hands of the Mandarin.) 

Rhodey finds her in the kitchen, with a plate of gluten free waffles on the counter in front of her. He’s not surprised; the mission in Sacramento must have used up a lot of energy.

"Don’t just stand there lusting after my plate," Pepper chides him, and the smile these days almost doesn’t look haunted anymore. "Come  in and make yourself something to eat."

Rhodey does, and he wonders if he’ll ever get to used to the quiet of the kitchen. Before … before the Mandarin, he’d been getting used Pepper and Tony sharing a kitchen. That house had been full of noise, full of robots and JARVIS and Tony’s constant chatter. 

But this is a different house, and the counter where he makes his sandwich is purposefully smaller. Not out of necessity, because Pepper is still CEO, but out of preference, because she is not a Stark.

 And she’ll never be one now is not a thought that Rhodey wanted, but it it is one that comes to him as he puts the mustard back into the refrigerator. 

"Light lunch," Pepper notes as he sits down. She spears a forkful of waffle and waits for an explanation. Lately they’re enough of a team that she is going to notice something as simple as the height of his sandwich being off. 

It’s a Pepper trait, enhanced by recent events. 

"I had steak in Toronto," he tells her. "With an old friend." 

"Did he invite Captain America along, too?" Pepper asks and the hesitation is there. She’s not actually met Captain America before; all she has is old stories from Tony, history books, and news footage. 

But Captain America is - was - part of the Avengers Initiative. He’s forever linked with the part of Tony’s life that made the man Rhodey and Pepper both loved miserable. 

It’s not Captain America’s fault. It’s not the Avengers’ fault. But it is what they both think of when they think of the participants in the Battle of New York. 

"He did. The two of them … they’re partners these days." Rhodey shakes his head. "Not surprised really. Wilson always aimed a little higher than others. That he couldn’t let the wings go and ended up being a goddamn superhero isn’t a surprise." 

"So says War Machine," Pepper teases. 

"I do what I always do: clean up messes. Iron Woman, she’s a hero." 

"Iron Woman cleans up messes too. I’m pretty sure that’s in the superhero job description." She takes her time scooping up the last bit of maple syrup with the edge of her fork and Rhodey watches her, still unsure how to bring up Wilson and Rogers’ request. 

But she takes care of that. “Tell me what you’re stalling about, Jim.” 

"They need our help. Both of them - Falcon and Captain America," he explains. 

And help is something Rhodey and Pepper both offer. They offer it constantly, hoping it will sooth the hurt, even though they both know that it won’t. They help because it’s an extension of the jobs they both originally picked, only in roles they never dare imagined. 

But they don’t team up with Avengers, because that is the kind of pain that picks at a wound that still hasn’t scabbed over.

"It must be important, if you’re wanting to play superhero team-up with an Avenger," Pepper says, and she almost sounds angry. 

He’d love to hear her sound angry again. It’s been - 

Too long. 

"They’re searching for Rogers’ friend," Rhodey explains. 

It’s all he needs to explain, because she was there during those months he searched the desert, too. 

And maybe that is why she gives the answer she does. Maybe that is why, after she takes her plate to the sink and takes a long time rinsing it off, she straightens her back, takes a deep breath, and says, “Tell me about the friend.” 

An hour later, the two of them arrive at Captain America and Falcon’s hotel room. 

Because they are both HEROS and ᴍᴇɴ

                                      And crossing them out is a impossibility.

30 Day Writing Challenge (Ship Edition)


Day 9: Matching Soulmate Markings (Bucky/Rhodey) [cw: food, blood, burns, scars]

Rhodey had given up on finding his soul-mate by the time of his thirty-fifth birthday.

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Rhodey (possibly) canon



The one thing I think fanfic authors miss, is Rhodey went to MIT with Tony. His major was probably aerospace engineering, since many Air Force officer candidates major in this area. You know what another name for an aerospace engineer is? Rocket scientist.

Rhodey is a rocket scientist.

Rhodey is a rocket scientist, y’all. Treat him with the scientific respect he deserves.

Rhodey did indeed go to and graduate MIT for Aerospace Engineering in MCU canon.  that is legit.  He is a rocket scientist

tho, post MIT and probably during, his specialty became more weapons focused but no doubt he is quite knowledgeable in a lot of other related areas


mutents asked for Rhodey x Maria, elevator fic.

Written for #endrhodeyerasure.

James sighed as he walked through the extravagant lobby of Stark Tower.

Of course he would, he thought as he pushed the elevator button to go up.  It was empty when he stepped in and selected the 100th floor.

On the 69th floor, he was joined by a tall white woman in a business suit.  One hand reached out to push the button for the 100th floor.  She put in back on her clipboard when she noticed it was already lit up, and shifted her gaze to the only other person in the elevator.

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"you have known me as war machine. now you know me as iron patriot. america is my home. as a wise man once said, our flag - thats the blood of the men who died building this country, and the stars they were looking up to. as iron patriot, i carry them where ever i go.”

(Source: draxs)

zarabithia: if your fic or rp prompt has Bucky being an Avenger, I am okay with that because yay bucky

zarabithia: But if you have that and you don't have Sam or Rhodey there

zarabithia: then lol, i'm going to have to question your motives in life.

cero: i'm going to skip straight to judging.

cero: you can question. i'll judge.