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"How--" Steve still couldn't find the right words to form sentences, too shocked and still finding it hard to believe. "Is it really you?" "No." Tony deadpanned with an eye roll, fixing her shirt so it would cover her chest again. "I just randomly give out arc reactors to women who are automatically granted permission to access my lab." She turned back and walked to the table with the syringe containing her blood. When Steve didn't say a word, Tony looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "You do know I was joking, right?" "I-- Yes, of course, but-- You're a woman." Steve pointed out dumbly, mentally kicking himself for such a terrible rem

Steve smiles as he kisses Tony, fighting the urge to push him down on the couch and touch him the way he wants to so much. He pulls away slowly and Tony is biting Steve's lips, it feels like forever since the last time he has done that and Steve chuckles quietly. "Are you sure, Tony?" He asks quietly. Tony nods. "I was sure before, right? I married you, apparently." He shrugs lightly and smiles. "I trust my own decisions." Steve grins and nods. "Wait here." He gets up from the couch and runs to his room before sitting back down next to Tony. "No pressure, you don't actually need to wear it, but--" Steve sighs and gives Tony a gold ring mat

"Thor! Thor, where the fuck is your little shit of a brother?!" A woman yelled, wearing nothing but man's underwear and a worn out dark t-shirt with a red AC/DC logo. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length, the curls messy from sleep. She was short, petite, and over all beautiful. But also extremely loud. "THOR!" Thor was sitting in the couch on the common lounge area trying and failing to understand why humans feel the need to keep with the Kardashians. He tore his eyes from the TV only to get more confused when a lady he had never seen before started yelling at him. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television to focus his atte

Being the Captain of the team had it's perks, you might say, one of them being that whenever another member was on a 'one man mission', Steve would be the only one to get full details and would also be the first to receive any news on the mission. Which was what he was waiting for at the moment, alone, sitting on a room at SHIELD headquarters, nervous fingers tapping a rhythm on the table. Steve never particularly liked Director Fury, but he never hated him. Well, not until that morning, when said Director told him about Tony's mission. It was dangerous, too dangerous and Steve argued that no one else on the Avengers team was busy at the mom

Things have been crazy lately at Stark Industries, day after day Tony comes home late after boring meetings and with a huge headache, wanting nothing more than to curl up against Steve and hear his soothing voice, strong fingers running through Tony's hair and making him fall into a peaceful sleep. Steve, on the other hand, spends his days taking care of a difficult 4 years old Peter, and even though that's not the same as saving Manhattan from weird aliens or nutcases, it sure as hell is exhausting. Steve tries to stay up, he really does. More than once he ends up falling asleep on the couch, waiting for Tony to get home, but when he wakes

Sequel to Proposal Steve and Tony didn't have a big dinner party to announce their engagement, and neither of them flaunted a diamond ring around to show it either, so when their friends received the invitations they were all extremely surprised. Pepper was the first to call, asking Tony if it was true and not a really stupid joke. She only truly believed it was happening when Steve confirmed it, and then Pepper screamed into the phone and Tony hung up. He'd call her later to apologize. Eventually. They took their time to plan the wedding. Tony was a party man, but he completely agreed with Steve when he suggested a discrete ceremony. Peter

It takes Tony another two days to get himself together and sober up before he decides to go have a talk with Steve. He thinks about what to say, but nothing comes to mind so he figures he'll come up with something on the spot. Or at least he hopes so. It's not until he's out the door that Tony remembers that he doesn't know where to go. 'Damn kid,' he thinks as he dials Pepper's number on his cell. 'Comes here to make me feel guilty and doesn't even tell me where to go to fix it.' "What did you do this time?" Pepper sounds busy on the other end of the line, and Tony could try to feel bad about bothering her if she didn't greet him like that

Tony lifted the glass to his lips once again, the expensive vodka burning down his throat. It wasn't the familiar alcohol burn, no, that he could handle well. It was something else, something worse, that he couldn't define no matter how hard he tried. He filled the glass again and threw the empty bottle at the trashcan on the other side of the kitchen table. The glass broke into pieces and with a deafening sound as it hit the ground, since Tony had missed his target. After a long moment looking at the shards of glass he shrugged and got up to fetch another bottle. Two days have passed since what happened at the mall, and Tony hasn't left his

"Is it true what they say? That you're watching over me? Can you hear me, Steve?" Tony is not sure where to look. Should he be looking down at the grave or up at the sky? He shakes his head and focuses his eyes on the small picture of Steve on the tombstone. "I feel stupid talking to you, I never believed this kind of crap. It's not like I'll have the time to regret it anyway, so I might as well do it. It's a little less painful." His eyes are getting watery behind his sunglasses and Tony glances away from the picture. "I still- It's been 4 months, for 3 and a half of those months I almost didn't move from the front door, hoping you'd com

"I am Iron Man." Tony blurted out, eyes never leaving the window, when he felt Steve's presence in the room. "And you didn't tell me." "Would you believe me if I did?" "Who cares! And I almost died, too!" Tony was finally facing Steve, his finger tapping furiously at the arc reactor. "You told me this thing was keeping me alive but it almost killed me!" "You had some problems with the first reactor you built, but then you created a new one, the one on your chest right now. You're safe." "That's not an excuse to not tell me about it." "Listen, I'm sorry." Steve was finally approaching the bed. "But I couldn't tell you." "Whatever. I'm le