Pairings/Characters: Kelvin Cartier, Hank Pym, Steve/Tony
Summary: From among shards of glass comes a true jewel. ;)
Date Of Completion: November 24, 2008
Date Of Posting: December 1, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 695
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for my LJ Second Anniversary Fic Request Meme for crimsonquills. Pairing: Steve/Tony. Prompt: Jewelry Store.
The building shook on its foundation, the panes of glass rattling. The glass display cases vibrated, the delicate jewelry within jingling as the pounding beat grew louder and more frequent.
Kelvin Cartier shook as he crawled behind the main display case. His family had done business in New York City since 1849.
Maybe it was time to move the store.
Was his insurance paid up? The last destruction of the store and inventory had been when Thor and a few Asgardians had duked it out. Before that had been Dr. Doom trying to incinerate the Fantastic Four, and before that, the Avengers had…
Oh, hell, what difference did it make? He had to be crazy to live and work in this city.
Kelvin ran a nervous hand through his brown hair. He thought of making a run for it, but until he knew exactly what was going on, it probably wasn’t the wisest idea.
Oh, god, he hoped the Hulk wasn’t on the rampage again!
The shaking continued, and then he saw a huge boot stomp down in front of the window. Was that Goliath’s boot? What color uniform was he wearing this week? Was he Giant-Man? Or Yellowjacket? Ant-Man?
He hoped the giant boot was Hank Pym’s.
Another enormous boot appeared.
Crap! It was a different one. So there were two giants out on the street. Great!
Kelvin started to crawl to the back of the store when he saw a red-white-and-blue streak, followed by a red-and-gold streak. Despite himself, Kelvin had to watch.
He saw Cap and Iron Man harrying the second giant. The first had to be Goliath.
Crawling to the front window, he looked up.
It was still a sight to behold: two men towering several dozen feet over the street like giant Macy’s Parade balloons, only their feet planted firmly on the ground instead of bobbing up high in the air.
Cap and Iron Man were flying about, Cap on the ground and Iron Man in the air. The Wasp was probably flitting around somewhere, too tiny to see from here.
Where the hell was Thor? Blond gods should make their presence known.
Damn, Cap was a fine-looking man. He filled out that chainmail quite nicely.
Too bad he was spoken for.
Kelvin watched as the battle raged, impressed at the Avengers’ teamwork and, goodness, Hank Pym was about ten feet tall of prime man.
Kelvin yelped as the bad guy’s boot suddenly slipped and crashed through the window. He swore as shards of glass rained down, a few slivers cutting his skin. By some miracle he hadn’t been sliced to ribbons.
The sounds of battle were louder now through the open window.
Damn. Definitely make a move out of New York. Maybe to that mall in White Plains. Or Poughkeepsie!
Suddenly a loud, angry cry rent the air and the ground shook again. More glass shattered.
Kelvin cursed as he stood up and hurried behind the main display case, grimacing as he saw broken jewelry. His poor baubles!
He reached comparative safety and wondered if it was too risky to exit through the back room.
The crunch of glass garnered his attention. He looked through the case a saw a slightly-refracted image of red boots. A second set of red boots appeared, darker in color, and Kelvin realized they belonged to Captain America and Iron Man.
Iron Man fished around through the shards of glass, then picked up something from the floor. He straightened up and the filtered voice sounded affectionate.
“I’d been scouting this bauble out for awhile now. The store owner says it’s the American Beauty design.”
Kelvin knew that ring: a gold band, it was inset by rubies, diamonds, and sapphires in a star-shaped design. It was a beautiful arrangement.
Iron Man held out the ring as he went down on one knee.
“Will you marry me, Cap?”
Captain America looked surprised for a second, then laughed. “Yes, you nut!”
He took off his glove and Iron Man slipped the ring on his finger.
Kelvin decided he’d keep the store here in Manhattan.
After all, he’d never see something like this in White Plains.