#rhodeysteve

[pomegranatecrab]

Rhodey/Tony/Steve, anyone?

Steve buys an apartment with his back pay.

It’s small, but it has two bedrooms. He converts one into a studio, and he should be comforted by the peeling paint and faded colour, covered in thousands of little fallacies, so very akin to the room he shared with his mother, where he would count each mark and stain while he was in bed, struggling to breath. Instead, the memories that the walls incite are sour.

There’s nothing stopping him from moving the minimal furniture out into the hallway, and sanding back the walls by hand. The man at the store had suggested an electric one, a round device that he had politely turned down. When he strips down the walls, Steve is still at a loss. No colour feels right for the room. There’s two windows where Steve is considering putting a house plant between, yet, no inspiration strikes. A spattering of dust floats in the air, a thick smell permeating the room. Steve opens a window, and frowns when someone knocks on the door.

He’s never met the man on the other side before. Tall, dark skin and carrying himself strongly. A wry smile paints his lips.

“Steve Rogers?” He offers a hand, the other hooked in the tag of a six pack of beers. “I’m James Rhodes. Tony’s talked a lot about you.”

Steve blinks.

“Tony Stark?”

James nods, peering shamelessly past Steve and into the living room. “Still moving in?”

Steve steps aside, nodding stiffly. The beers are from a brand he doesn’t recognise, and James is dressed casually, but his rigid posture gives him away.

“Army?”

“Airforce,” James says, peeling off his shoes and leaving them neatly by the door. “No work talk, I’m off duty.” He eyes the lack of TV critically.

“Do you have any board games?”

Steve would have felt like a killjoy, if not for the gleam in James’ eye, casual and easy-going. Like a wave could crash in and he’d simply ride it to shore.

“I have a pair of dice,” Steve says.

It’s one of the only things, along with his shield, that they let him take from his own belongings. A nice wooden pair that Bucky had carved for him, right down to the uneven dots adorning each side.

“Perfect,” James says.

He steps into the connecting kitchen, running an admiring hand over the arched doorway, a coil of rich timber that reminds Steve of the sprawling houses that he’d seen in movies at the theatre.

“Have you considered removing this cupboard? It’d make good space for a breakfast nook.” He peers around the back of it, considering. “Built in, but it wouldn’t take too much rewiring. Tony and I can help you out.”

“I’ll think about it,” Steve replies, eyeing the unit critically. It would be nice to have the place feel less crowded, unique, even. It’s probably the last thing he needs, but a construction project might keep his mind occupied, at least. There were only so many times that he could think about drawing instead of picking up a pencil, and only so many laps he could take around the park.

James nods, and swipes a cup from the dish rack, rinsing it once beneath the tap before placing it in the middle of the counter. Steve watches as he takes a beer, expertly popping it open with a spoon.

“How’d you do that?”

“My sister taught me,” James says, sliding a beer over to Steve, “it’s simple physics. You just hold your hand slightly over the cap, and voilà.”

Steve tips his head, impressed.

“Now, you roll the dice,” James demonstrates, “and whatever number I get, in this case six, I have to get this cap in the glass six times in a row. If I don’t, I drink. If I do, you drink.”

“You know I can’t get drunk, right?” Steve asks.

He’s also certain he won’t miss, no matter how high he rolls.

“Yeah, but it’s friday and I can,” James replies, almost cheekily, though his face is deceptively grave.

“You can laugh,” James says after a beat, composure finally cracking.

“At funny things,” Steve retorts, relaxing, the tension held in his shoulders eased by the friendliness, the firm hold of comradely, on offer to him.

“Call me Jim, or Rhodey.”

They spend a good couple of hours playing, until Steve swallows the last of his beer, and Rhodey checks his watch.

Steve’s heart sinks. His day no longer felt droll and empty with Rhodey’s visit. It had been nice, at least, while it lasted.

“What’s your phone number?” Rhodey asks, pulling out a sleek little rectangle with a smooth surface. It alights at his touch, and Steve spots a vaguely familiar face, belatedly realising that it was Tony Stark, beaming up at the ceiling.

“I don’t have a phone.”

He had been given one when he woke up, but left it on a park bench when it hadn’t stopped incessantly ringing.

And he had no idea what a data plan was, or why he was supposed to get one.

Rhodey smiles.

“I’m sure Tony will help you out there. Here’s my address. You should stop by on Sunday. We’re having a barbecue.”

He’s out the door with another kind smile and firm handshake, leaving the faint smell of expensive cologne behind him.

—-

By the time Sunday rolls around, he still hasn’t decided on a colour for his studio, or if he really does want a breakfast nook in his kitchen.

What he has decided, after a great deal of going back and forth with himself, is that he will attend the barbecue that Rhodey invited him to. Steve refuses to think about Bucky, or his mother; dead for decades while he experiences the future. He doesn’t think of quiet dinners with his mother, or sitting in dense forests with Bucky, his small fingers expertly carving the skin from a rabbit, roasting it over the fire, a fond suspire caught in Steve’s throat as Bucky complained about boredom, wishing for Nazi’s to gut or superior officers to prank. Mostly, he remembers the smell of bodies. The nauseating amount of blood had been like drowning in a sea of pennies, a thick, overwhelming metallic smell, a horrible collision with urine and excrement.

He thinks of Bucky, who didn’t even make it to sixteen.

He pulls on his shoes, and thinks of how he had to warn Bucky about keeping his feet as dry as possible in his boots, to never assume that it was mud, or something wet in his socks. He had heard too many stories from the first war about flesh peeling off, rotting and grotesque.

Steve ignores the military uniform hanging neatly in his closet and opts for jeans and a white t-shirt, pulls the punnet of strawberries from the fridge that he was sure were going to be laughed at, before beginning the long walk to Rhodey’s residence.

Rhodey lives in an incredibly beautiful two-story house, with a sprawling property that Steve figured would cost more than he would ever see in his lifetime. There’s a small porch at the front, adorned with plants hanging from the ceiling, a mat at the door and a small, ornate table with a package of bird feed on it.

He knocks on the door, and is surprised when it’s opened almost instantly.

Rhodey grins at him, wiping his hands on a yellow apron.

“Steve! Glad you could make it. Are those for the barbecue? Perfect, they’ll go perfectly with the charcuterie board.”

Relieved, Steve hands off the strawberries, peeling off his shoes and placing them in the neat little shelf by the door, already filled with a variety of joggers, leather shoes and a strange pair with holes throughout them.

The air smells like steak, sausages and something spicy.

Rhodey leads him briskly through a wide hallway with gleaming wooden floors into a large kitchen, where Tony Stark stands, arms akimbo.

“I thought flambéing would be easier than it looked,” Tony says, with a winning smile.

It’s not the wet, dormant smile of a greedy businessman; his blue eyes are warm, and he’s rolled his sleeves to his elbows, a faint flush working his way up to his neck. He looks very normal.

“Just do us all a favour and stick to chopping, a severed finger would be better than cleaning the gunk in that pan,” Rhodey replies.

Tony shrugs, and turns to face Steve properly.

“Hi, Steve. Nice to properly meet you,” Tony says, offering a hand.

His palm is calloused and warm, with long, bony fingers that his mother would say are perfect for the piano.

“I hear you’re in the midst of a construction project.” Tony opens the punnet of strawberries, and opens a cupboard beneath the bench, pulling out a beautiful wooden board, covered in rich oils that paint the surface into a bubbling ocean. Rhodey passes him a package of brie and a small knife, which all get neatly organised on the board.

“Maybe,” Steve says, scratching at the back of his neck.

There’s a cool breeze trailing in from the deck, the huge doors thrown open, curtains flapping gently.

A British voice, possibly belonging to the pale set of legs lounging half out of sight on a chaise longue, rings out.

“Master Anthony! I’m sure somewhere along the way I drilled some manners into that head of yours.”

“Are you sure?” Tony says, whisking the small platter out the door. “I don’t recall.”

Steve follows, assured by Rhodey’s benign smile as he inches around the barbeque. Rhodey lifts the lid, smoke escaping the confines and filling the air, and pokes at the sausages sizzling away alongside a row of vegetables.

“I enjoy my days off, but I don’t enjoy watching your abysmal attempt at cooking,” the older gentleman says, arranging his feet on a small table.

“Jarvis,” Rhodey replies, “stop flirting.”

Jarvis sniffs.

“Anthony, I wasn’t joking about your manners.”

Tony claps a hand over his shoulder, grinning. “Jarvis, this is Steve. Steve, this is Jarvis. He’s known me since I was in diapers.”

“You were just as stubborn about those as you are about bread,” Jarvis demurred.

“I’m not a snob for not eating white bread,” Tony defends immediately, handing a cracker piled with olives, tomatoes and cheese over to Steve.

The cheese had an interesting layer of crust, a creamy, white texture underneath.

“Are too,” Rhodey says, “you couldn’t see the looks of disgust sent my way when I dared to grill cheese on white bread.”

“There’s a perfect way to make grilled cheese, Rhodey,” Tony says, “it’s a sacred art.”

Steve’s lips twitch, and Tony grins widely at him, nodding towards the cracker.

“That’s brie. It’s okay if you don’t like it, it can be a bit rich.”

He eats it in one bite, the rich flavours exploding across his tongue immediately. Steve had been used to stale, thin waifs for crackers, and in the army, hardtack, eaten in the dark to remain ignorant about the presence of weevils. These crackers were crumbly, with hints of thyme and garlic, and complimented the tangy tomato and olives, the interesting taste of the brie eluding his palate until the last minute.

“I don’t mind it,” Steve says.

“Have you had a chance to try any other new food, Steve?” Rhodey asks, smiling charmingly, one hand pressing warmly against the small of Tony’s back as he shuffles past, offering another loaded cracker to Jarvis, before holding the other to Rhodey’s lips.

“Not really.” Steve scratches his head, darting his eyes between the three of them, no judgement in their eyes, merely curiosity. “I don’t really know where to start.”

Tony clicks his fingers. “We can remedy that, Steve. Can’t have you going to any old Cantonese restaurant. I know a place. Tiny, no signage, just a window filled with roasted duck. Best you’ll get in the city.”

Rhodey wipes his hands on his apron, a dab of oil on his lip from the olives, wiped daintily off by Tony’s gentle finger. He sucks the remnants off, and turns to gaze at Steve inquiringly.

“It’s a date, right?”

Rhodey nods, before Steve can even open his mouth.

“We’ll pick you up Wednesday night. That work for you?”

Steve, who so far had a grand total of zero friends in the future, nods reluctantly. It sounded better than sitting alone, firmly telling himself he doesn’t need company, or someone to write letters to, or listen to music with, or go to a baseball game with.

“I’ll be there,” Steve says, forcing what he hopes is a personable smile on his face.

Tony and Rhodey angle identical grins at him, exchanging a silent, pleased glance.

Steve blames the blazing sun for the prick of heat that spreads rapidly down his neck.

[ixoracl]

I want to share some headcanon.

1.Steve fell in love with Rhodey when he met him through Tony's introduction.Rhodey develop feelings for Steve over time.

2.When they first started dating, Steve often used Rhodey's military rank to call him "Colonel Rhodes".As their relationship grew deeper, Steve gradually began to call him "Rhodey"

3.The first person to discover that Steve likes Rhodey was not Tony, but Bucky, after accidentally seeing Steve's sketchbook.

4.Rhodey is older than Steve (excluding Steve's years in the ice) and has a higher military rank, so sometimes he takes care of Steve like a senior.

[pandagirl45]

Seems you like to ship a black man and a white man,aren't you?:)

?????

If it helps, I have an AU that Tony is Lybian-Sicilian and he is with Bucky.

I ship Thor and Bruce, Hulk is AroAce

Natasha tends to be Ace, Aro, or Lesbian depending on the AU and she is usually in a queerplatonic relationship with Clint

I ship Clint with Kraven and that is toxic af and sometimes I ship Clint with Rhodey, while headcanoning that Clint is Nonbinary in some of my AUs (unspoken but yeah).

Steve and Sam, Sam and Rhodey. All three together.

Loki and Strange, Loki can shapeshift so honestly I think Strange is winning at all avenues.

I mean, hell, I have a weird idea about Vision and Pietro getting together.

I mean it is Marvel, if Peter fucking Quill can date a green buff lady, then I think TonyBucky and RhodeySteve are pretty damn normal. ALSO, Jessica and Luke, which they are cute.

I mean I ship Eddie and Venom too, they are canon.

I love my ships. :D

[atomicstardust]

oh another one for Rhodey/Steve have been thinking of. the conversation that would take place between Tony and Rhodey once he breaks the news that him and Captain America are officially dating!!

A continuation of the same verse with Steve Rhodey found here! ~~~It was going too well, which probably should have tipped him off.

Tony Stark was curious. He'd learned that decades ago. He liked to know everything about people, personal or not. Not that he'd be invasive, but he was alarmingly good at getting crucial information out of people with seemingly innocuous small talk.

Once he knew, however...

"JAMES RUPERT RHODES," The door slammed open and whatever Tony said, he did not give a high pitched yelp when he yanked the shower curtain forward.

"Tones, what the hell are you doing?" Rhodey said, sticking his head out and glaring. "I am in the shower!"

"You-" Tony said, pointing at him accusingly. "Are dating Steve Rogers."

There is a pause.

"I will be out in five minutes," Rhodey said, pointing to the door.

"Two," Tony said angrily, then stomped out.

By the time he walks back out to his room, Tony is sitting on the couch, fiddling with his watch and staring accusingly at Rhodey.

"Here I am, completely unprepared for treason," Tony began dramatically. "Having a nice conversation, when I learn that you are dating Steven Grant Rogers and didn't inform me of this."

"I was going to tell you when, you know, I was in the same country?" Rhodey said dryly.

"I," Tony said with great affront. "Had to learn about my now ex-best friend's relationship from Samuel."

"We're ex-best friends now?" Rhodey said, feeling amused despite everything. Tony wasn't really mad, but he was a horrid gossip queen. He would need a picture of Tony's face when he found out from Sam though.

"Yes," Tony said, flopping face down on the couch. "Life is meaningless and I have decided to forsake friendship."

"You gonna break up with Bucky then?" Rhodey said, nudging him till he wriggled away enough for him to sit down.

"What, you get a super soldier and I don't?" Tony said, turning over to stare at him. "How'd it happen?"

"We just...talked a lot at first." Rhodey said, "Sharing stories. Just didn't stop when I came back here."

"It's serious?" Tony said quietly, tilting his head towards Rhodey.

"I think so," Rhodey said, equally quiet. "I really do like him. I was just..."

"Shy?" Tony said, half sympathetic, half mischievous. "Aww sugarplum, you're a catch. Anyone sane would see that. I'm happy for you. And also for the opportunity to fly in here looking all mad and freaking out your supervisor. I guarantee he won't disturb us for a couple of hours, so tell me about him."

"You know Steve," Rhodey said, raising an eyebrow.

"Professionally," Tony said dismissively. "I wanna know how you feel about him."

"Well...there is something I was planning to ask you."

"Hmm?"

"We should annul that Vegas wedding."

"Good idea honey bear."

[kimannhart]

requiem for a heavyweight au headcanons that no one but me asked for:

Bucky and Tony are the first ones to have kids, which surprises all of them since they all thought it would’ve been Sam and Sharon

Sam and Sharon don’t have a typical wedding foods at their wedding and opt to get a breakfast bar, and crêpe dude instead because they love breakfast

Sharon eventually quits her job at the job corps and joins Sam to work at the summer camp

Bucky and Tony end up buying the summer camp that Sam and Sharon work at one year when they learn that the original owners were planning on shutting down the camp, and Bucky and Tony gift the camp as a late wedding present to Sam and Sharon

Steve and Rhodey are single parents who always drop their kids off at the camp

Eventually Steve and Rhodey join their friend group

Sam, Sharon, Bucky, and Tony have a bet going on when Steve and Rhodey are finally going to admit when they have feelings for each other

[chiliconsharls]

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[ad1thi]

AU-gust masterlist

(the list for the original prompts can be found here)

Day 1: Fantasy AU (samsteve)

Day 2: College AU (damonelena)

Day 3: Soulmates AU (buckytony)

Day 4: Angels and Demons AU (clintony) 

Day 5: Post - Apocalyptic AU (rhodeysam) 

Day 6: Hospital AU (buckytony)

Day 7: Childhood Friends AU (spencerderek) 

Day 8: Superheroes/Superpowers AU (rhodeysteve)

Day 9: Royalty AU (thortony)

Day 10: Pirates AU (rhodeytony)

Day 11: Farm/Ranch AU (clarktony)

Day 12: Crime AU (buckytonysam)

Day 13: Rock Band AU (jamesirius)

Day 14: Vampire AU (buckytony)

Day 15: Role Reversal AU (rhodeytony)

Day 16: Treasure Hunters AU (rhodeytony)

Day 17: Firefighters AU (stevetonybucky)

Day 18: Bodyguard AU (jameslilysirius)

Day 19: 19th Century AU (henryalex)

Day 20: Single Parents(s) AU (siriusjames) 

Day 21: Professional Rivals AU (dracoharry)

Day 22: Futurist AU (rhodeytonypepper)

Day 23: Arranged Marriage AU (stevetony) 

Day 24: Private Detective(s) AU (rhodeytonysam)

Day 25: Circus AU (buckytony)

Day 26: Monster Hunters AU (percyannabeth)

Day 27: Flower Shop AU (buckytonyclint)

Day 28: Fashion and Models AU (peppertonysteve)

Day 29: Tattoo Parlour AU (buckytony) 

Day 30: Magic AU (tonybruce)

Day 31: Joker - Modern AU (stevetony)

[wizardnuke]

can. can i say literally anything rhodeysteve. i've used up my daily inspiration allowance i have nothing for u but hope

I rlly might write some stuff tonight dude,,,,

edit: I'm dumb this is for the au thing come back in a bit

[colonelenby]

OOC.

(( Please..........I need more Rhodey ship content. I love RhodeyTony, but that’s the only real Rhodey ship content out there, and even that isn’t as popular as most other ships let’s be real. I want that CRACK SHIP stuff with Rhodey!! RhodeyThor!! RhodeySteve!!! RhodeyBruce!!! James squared (RhodeyBucky)!!!!! Please ship with this bean. They need all the love. ))

[miss-ingno]

rhodey/steve, service

Waking up in a new century, with new words and principles and morals and social expectations, Steve had never felt as lost before. He was in a body not his own in a time not his own. He’d left everyone behind.

He stayed in SHIELD custody for a couple months, getting updated on history and technology and laws passed in his… abscence. He got restless. He wasn’t allowed outside for obvious reasons, and he could feel the walls closing in, no matter how much time he spend venting his frustration in the gym.

Technically, the US army still owned him. Apparently SHIELD didn’t like that, the legal department was having some kind of mini war over the issue of his belonging. One day it just got too much.

"I quit," Steve repeated, pushing the paperwork towards Director Fury. "I’m resigning from the army and all military duty for now. I need more time."

Fury wasn’t exactly happy, but Steve was stubborn and in the end it was easiest to just let him go. He was set up with a social security number and ID, and Agent Coulson got him an appartment in Brooklyn.

In less than a month he couldn’t take that anymore either. He needed a new start, a new life. He signed up for the air force. In hindsight that was a pretty stupid decision, Steve was too stubborn and convinced of what he thought was right to take orders well. They re-assigned him three times.

He ended up in a special team lead by Col. James Rhodes AKA Iron Patriot, his second in command Lt Col. Carol Danvers AKA Captain Marvel and a couple of rotating ‘special’ recruits.

Sleeping with his C.O. had not been the plan, but it was what happened anyway. Carol of course knew immediately and teased them endlessly about it (but refrained from reporting it to the brass, his new team so similar to his old one).

Jim was his anchor in this stormy new time, he grounded him in this new life. He was Steve’s home.

[pandagirl45]

If Captain and Colonel Rhode have a quarrel, Iron Man will become in trouble and won't know who to comfort first, because he is a mutual friend of the couple.^_^

Tony would be in a bind, would insist on getting Natasha and Carol or Bucky to help him out with dealing with their fighting.

The quarrel in question?

It is about what to name a frog (personal headcanon lol). Tony walks away after learning about it.

In all seriousness though, I think he would definitely try to sit them down in the same room and try to use lessons from his being mediated by others. Steve and Rhodey work it out, sooner than later. Tony became the main RhodeySteve wrangler. Especially if both are feeling over the top.

[atomicstardust]

prompt for Rhodey/Steve (THANK YOU SO MUUUCH), a flustered first meeting we talked about, maybe with a side of Rhodey finding excuses to stay around a bit longer and if you feel like treating me, some sweet confessions of feelings? 😘 but dang i'll be over the moon abt whatever you come up with

I haven’t written anything properly for weeks rip

~~~

Steve was not clumsy.

After years of fighting and general awareness, he knew how to move and rarely stumbled unless he was in the middle of a battle.

At the same time, Steve was a fucking dumbass when it came to pretty people.

Therefore, when he was entering the gym and saw Colonel Rhodes working out in a thin tank top that did nothing to hide his muscles, he didn't even have time to think before he tripped and slammed face-first into a pillar. (His dazedness after may not have been entirely from the hit.)

There's a dull shock on of pain before it quickly faded, but he lay on the floor in mute shock for a minute. There was movement, and then Colonel Rhodes' face appeared above him.

"Hey, you alright?" Rhodes said, helping him sit up. "You uh-took quite a hit."

He smiled.

"Hrng?" Steve said eloquently.

"You're not bleeding, but you might need to get checked out," Rhodes said concernedly. "Come on, every room in the place has a stocked first-aid kit."

"I'm fine," Steve said, blinking and then shaking his head. Calm thoughts, calm thoughts. "Really Colonel, just took me off guard."

"Rhodey," he corrected absently, before letting go of Steve carefully and smiling at him with a hint of mischief. "A pillar that's always been there caught you off guard?"

"No uh-I just-" Perhaps, Steve thought, there was some merit into Bucky calling him a useless bisexual. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be here." he finished lamely.

"Ah," Rhodey said, glancing out the window. "Trying to reset my body clock for the States. Jetlag and all."

"I understand that," Steve said, finally managing to not sound like a gibbering monkey. Rhodey looked at him for a moment and then nodded, relaxing slightly. He didn't seem to be in any hurry to get off the floor, and the frantic pent up energy that had chased Steve to the gym with reinforced punching bag was slowly slipping away. "You came in yesterday right?

He hadn't really seen him, he'd been busy when Tony's excited 'platypus!' had sounded in the common room and by the time Steve had come out, Tony had already whisked his best friend into his workshop.

"Yep," Rhodey said, "Liaison things for SI." He frowned slightly. "Tony's also making some secret modifications to the War Machine, so I'll probably be able to shoot silly string when I get it back."

"Silly string?" Steve asked, curious at the slightly embarrassed look that crossed the Colonel's face.

"Oh, just an old story from our MIT days," Rhodey said, looking away and studying his shoelaces. "A situation with some crazed chickens. But Tony likes to remind me of it every so often."

It was, Steve realized, like him and Bucky. The same fond, exasperated tone Steve had when he had to tell Bucky he couldn't keep throwing his detached arm at the Avengers when they asked for a hand.

"I'd like to hear the story, if you have time?" Steve asked carefully. "I could tell about the time with Bucky and Gabe in France with a barn that was decidedly not unoccupied."

Rhodey looked at him for a moment before he smiled brilliantly, rising to his feet smoothly and offering Steve a hand. "I'd love to hear it. These chickens right, they were outside the door of this old lab that I was using. They had everyone trapped and would go for the ankles on sight-

It was only a few hours later, having pancakes with him at an old diner and listening to a story about a fountain, a garden hose and running across a warehouse in five-inch heels that he realized that he was truly, utterly fucked.

Of all the things he expected to find in the 21st century, a crush did not make that list.

[pandagirl45]

Yes. They are so cute.

That is how Bucky discovered that Steve liked Rhodey in a fic of mine. ^-^

I want to share some headcanon.

1.Steve fell in love with Rhodey when he met him through Tony's introduction.Rhodey develop feelings for Steve over time.

2.When they first started dating, Steve often used Rhodey's military rank to call him "Colonel Rhodes".As their relationship grew deeper, Steve gradually began to call him "Rhodey"

3.The first person to discover that Steve likes Rhodey was not Tony, but Bucky, after accidentally seeing Steve's sketchbook.

4.Rhodey is older than Steve (excluding Steve's years in the ice) and has a higher military rank, so sometimes he takes care of Steve like a senior.

[teamsharoncarter-archive]

Oh gosh what if hs au where Tony thinks Steve hates him like usual, but he doesn't know Steve is the Steve that Rhodey is dating (and Rhodey don't know it's the Steve that tony thinks hates him) Thus queue best friend and betrayed boyfriend angst when they find out