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Drunken Actions"Good morning, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S said and he sounded way too sarcastic for something that is not, you know, human. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, thank you for asking." Tony groaned, opening his eyes. His head felt like Thor was hitting him with his hammer. He couldn't remember the stupid thing's name because he was too hungover to think about it.
Last night the whole team had gone out to celebrate Clint's birthday. Tony remembered some bits of the night, mostly the parts when he was still sober, which were the boring ones.
"Coffee. I need coffee."
He struggled to get out of his bed and wondered how he even got there in the first place, knowing he was definitely too drunk for that. He shrugged and thought it might have something to do with Pepper, she always did those things.
After his coffee, Tony took a long shower and that's when he started to remember last night's drunk adventures. To his surprise, Bruce was quite a funny drunk and had managed to not hulk out. On the oth
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.
"You know, I think I do."
"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that si
Ask You Out"It stuns me how some people just don't see the obvious." Natasha muttered to Clint. The team had just finished a mission and they were in that Shawarma place Tony had suggested in the first day they worked together. It has become a kind of tradition.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just look at Rogers and Stark. I can smell the sexual tension between them and they just don't see it. How hard can it be to see that someone is attracted to you?"
"Tell me about it." Clint replied ironically, scratching the back of his neck. "What do you think someone should do on a situation like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... Hypothetically, say I'm attracted to you and you have no idea. What should I do?"
"Go for it, take the risk." Natasha replied without hesitating. "Maybe I feel the same for you, maybe I don't, but you don't know until you try."
"But things could get weird if you say no."
"If things get weird, then I'm a bitch and don't deserve the attention you give me."
"So, even if I'
Three WordsThere was this thing bothering Tony. There were times when he was with Steve that he got this strange feeling, he had no idea what it was, but it felt like his his chest was tightening and his throat felt itchy.
Sometimes it happened during and/or after sex. Other times it was at four in the morning when Steve came down to his workshop and -instead of dragging him to bed- handed him a fresh cup of coffee and asked Tony what he was doing.
It happened when they had silly fights about the remote. It also happened when they had more serious fights after one of them gets injured in battle. Sometimes they spent hours without talking to each other and it happened again, but the tightening on Tony's chest was more painful then.
Tony is a business man and he has to travel from time to time. While he's gone, he can't shake off that strange sensation and when he gets back and Steve is kissing him the moment he enters the house it's even stronger.
It happens more often lately. He lays his eyes on
And so Clint tells everyone"Tony, stop!" Steve giggled. "This is not the place to-"
"Aww come on, Steve, it's not like we're about to have sex, just a little make out session won't hurt." Tony replied before kissing Steve's jaw. "Unless you want sex, we can totally-"
"Oh. My. God."
Both men turned their heads to the door when they heard Clint's voice. So maybe Steve was right, making out at SHIELD headquarters was really not a good idea. Barton turned around and left without a single word to look for Natasha.
"As I was saying-" Tony tried, but was cut off when Steve shook his head with an apologetic look plastered on his face, meaning that the mood was killed. Tony wanted to make a punching bag out of Barton.
"They we're like, making out. And I heard something about sex!" Clint said frantically. "Tasha, they were about to have sex at SHIELD. They are probably doing it right now!"
"Mhm." Natasha didn't lift her eyes from the book she was reading.
"That's it? I will possibly be scarred for life and a mumble is
The dangers of Pre-School"Remember to be good and play nice, okay?" Steve said, crouching to be on the same eye level as Peter. The young child nodded.
"If anyone gives you trouble tell them your dad is Iron Man and he will kick their asses." Tony added and received a glare from Steve.
"No one will give you trouble, Peter." Steve kissed his son's forehead and got up as Peter ran inside the building.
"Pre-school can be tough, you know? I don't know if Peter's safe. Maybe I should just get my suit a fly around the place a few times."
"Tony, you're being paranoid." Steve was laughing as he grabbed Tony's arm and basically dragged him out of there.
"No I'm not. What if someone hits Peter with a stick?!"
"No one will hit Peter with a stick."
"You don't know that, Steve!" Tony whined.
"You are not spying on our son on his first day of pre-school." Steve kept dragging Tony by the arm.
"Tony." Steve stopped walking and turned to Stark, hands on his shoulders. "We have an entire day all by ourselves. We c
Not AloneThe hand holding his hair was rough and the restraints that held his hands behind his back were too tight on his wrists. The man in front of him was speaking a foreign language and Tony just kept saying no, even though he knew what would follow. That rough hand yanked on his hair and his face was underwater again.
His whole body hurt but the pain on his chest was unbearable. Every time they'd put his head underwater they would take a bit longer to pull him up again. This time it's taking too long.
Tony can hear his name but it's a distant sound, he struggles to free himself but is body feels like it's been pinned down. He gives up and lets himself drown.
"Tony, wake up!" Steve yells one more time, straddling Tony and shaking him by the shoulders. The man below him wakes up in a jolt, inhaling sharply and looking scared. "It's fine, it's me, Steve. You were dreaming."
Tony takes a moment to look at his surroundings and his brain finally catches up to what just happened. He's swea
Words Left Unsaid"Who let you in?" Tony asked when he felt someone's presence behind him, not stopping his work.
"I did, sir." J.A.R.V.I.S replied.
Tony groaned and wondered who would be there. It couldn't be Pepper, if it was her she would be already giving him a speech about his responsibilities. Rhodes was out of town, she it couldn't be him. Tony finally turned around and saw Steve Rogers.
"Cap." He said, flatly, wiping his hands on a brownish colored rag. He was sure that used to be white. "What brings you here?"
"People are worried about you, Tony." Steve simply replied. It has been three days since Tony has been exposed to any form of sunlight. "You need to get out of this place."
"Pepper called you, didn't she?" Steve nodded. "I went upstairs like, two hours ago to get coffee. I also took a shower. It's an improvement, ask Pepper."
Steve rolled his eyes. "What are you even doing this time? A talking lamp?"
"I was fixing a glitch on the microwave but now I'm not sure anymore." Tony then turned b
A lot changes in 70 yearsSteve was in his apartment watching TV. He really didn't believe Clint when he said the show 'Supernatural' was based on true stories and that's why he was not scared as hell while watching it. Really, he was not.
Maybe a bit.
He decided to turn it off and go for a walk. Bad idea.
Steve still feels lost in 2012. People talk to seemingly no one, and Natasha keeps telling him they're on the phone but there's no phone, just a thing dangling from their ear and it kinda freaks him out. The amount of cars on the street is ridiculous. A woman bumps into him because she's looking at a device in her hand, Tony told him once those are called 'eye-pads' and Steve has no idea why. There's a teenager with earrings on his ears, his nose and his eyebrow who also has things dangling from his ears, and he's mimicking a guitar player.
He's getting easily accustomed to the people, what gets him the most are the streets. The buildings are different and there's billboards and a bunch of things that he can'
Singing and Silence "I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Steve, control him."
"Oh no, I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Honestly, Steve, this is too much."
"Not that you probably care-"
"We don't, Tony. Believe me, we could give two shits about your underwear."
"Or lack thereof."
"Much about my underwear-"
"Steve, make him stop."
Turn Up The Heat*Warning* this is boy x boy- - Steve x Tony
Tony sat down into the passenger seat of his jet, taking a drink from his whickey glass. He was about to turn on the flat screen when his phone buzzed in the pocket of his jacket.
He pulled it out and grinned at the contact.
"Are you on your way home yet?" Steve asked with a hint of whining.
"You know I won't be back till Thursday," Tony laughed at the thought of Steve sitting at home in STARK tower missing him.
"Yeah I know.. but can you come back early?"
"don't tell me you miss me and my dick," Tony said grinning.
"N-No way, I just have no one to cuddle with...plus it's freezing here and i don't know to turn the heat up."
"Just ask JARVIS to do it,"
"What if he...makes fun of me," Steve whispered into the phone, just incase JARVIS could hear him.
"I'm sure he won't ,but just in case, go to our bedroom," Tony said as he turned the flat screen on, not really paying attention to what show was on.
Steve did as he was told and wa
In Which Tony is a FlashlightA Superfamily fic.
Ages: Peter - 6, Penny - 5, but not in this story.
Warnings: mild language, like once, and guy/guy kissing.
"Peter, eat your vegetables," Steve reminds the six year-old.
"But Pop, they're gross." Peter wrinkles his nose.
"I know what you mean, b OW!" Tony's cut off by Steve's boot swinging into his shin. "But Papa cooked 'em just for you," he amends, clenching his teeth.
"Can I go play outside?"
"Not until you finish your dinner." Steve's face is stern as he takes a swig of water.
"Master Peter, local weather reports suggest a thunderstorm is on its way," JARVIS cuts in. "I'm afraid it is not suitable playing weather." They all peer out the window, noticing the dark clouds overhead. Peter slumps in hi
Arguing With a ChildSteve Rogers X Tony Stark
It was late and the new energy reactor Tony was working on wasn’t working with him. Everything he tried had blown up in his face and he couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t help much that Steve was watching from behind the whole time. This made Tony under more pressure and made him increasingly more nervous than he should have been. Steve didn’t quite understand what he was working on, or what it was supposed to do, but he quite aware that it had failed with Tony’s unsatisfied sighs. This consistent string of failures was causing Tony to drink heavily throughout the process, possibly leading to his failures.
“It doesn’t seem to be working Tony; maybe you should take a break.” Tony turned and looked at him, a bit too aggravated.
“Do you know what I’m doing? Do you understand any of this? I didn’t think so, go make yourself useful and get me another drink.” He went ba
Of the Unknown Shield :: StonyOf the Unknown Shield
"I've got you. Don't worry."
It's like he's hearing the words through a tube. They sound faraway and tinny maybe like they're coming through an old radio. But it's still a voice, one that isn't yelling at him or threatening him and even though his vision's swimming in and out of focus probably a concussion and his ears are ringing and he feels like he's been hit by a truck.
Someone is pulling him up to his feet, though, an arm under his shoulders and he's lucky that it's there because otherwise Tony would be falling flat on his face. His knees are shaking and his legs feel like they're made of jelly. He can't stand up on his own.
The arm around him slides down to his waist and Tony's pulled against a body that is nothing but muscle he would stop to admire but his head feels like someone tap danced on it in his suit and his vision is filled with bright blue fabric.
He can hear the crackle of static and the sounds of
Catch Me If I Fall. - Stony.Catch Me If I Fall.
"Not to ruin your moment of emotional reminders of how things used to be back in the days, but if you want to fly I could take you out for a ride."
Steve smiled, turning his head to the side, Tony's big, curious eyes gazing at him with a mild interest, the man's fingers drumming on the railing of the balcony. He could see how Tony's mind was partly somewhere else, probably still remaining down in his workshop with his tools and many unfinished projects, but to have a part of Tony's attention was better than nothing at all.
He threw one last, longing look at the ground before he turned his whole attention to Tony, dragging a hand through his hair while he tried to find the right words to how he should put his thoughts out into words without sounding like a complete fool with hopeless dreams. Steve had never enjoyed flying, it was a necessary thing he only did when he absolutely needed to do it, no, his fascination lied with the thought of falling. No
Not A Typical Day for SteveToday was like any other day for Steve Rogers. He got up at the crack of dawn, went for his morning jog around the city and then went back to the Stark mansion to eat a large breakfast. Then his morning shower and then his days were open. Sometimes he had to go to a press conference and other times he was invited by Tony to get some lunch and hang out. The relationship between the two had increasingly gotten between since the last Loki incident.
Today Steve had chosen to take part of the morning, go up to the roof of the mansion where there where lawn chairs already set up facing the ocean where the sun would set. He took one of the regular chairs and set it towards the city. He leaned his sketch pad against the ledge of the building and took out his array of pencils. He chose a soft pencil; specifically a 6 B, which was a very soft pencil indeed. It was almost the consistency of a hard charcoal, Steve liked the way the lead gave way under his hand and he promptly started to sketch wha
Hot Showers Tony was one of the smartest-if not the smartest-men in the world, and he was an innovative genius. But he was still a big enough dumbass to put only one shower in Stark Tower.
"Clint, hurry up in there!"
"Sorry, Tony." Clint didn't sound sorry at all, and Tony could still hear the shower running.
Tony waited patiently for two minutes before he slammed his fist against the door. "Barton, if you don't get the hell out of my shower, I will use anything and everything I can to destroy you!"
The shower stopped, and Tony allowed himself a moment to revel in his victory.
"Why don't you go find Steve and tell him to join you? I'm sure he'd love it."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
The Positive Outcome of Irrational Fears"Tony! Tony, Jesus Christ, get in here! Please!"
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What is it?"
"Tony, you gotta kill it, please, kill it!"
"Kill what? I don't see anything!"
"It's right there, look! It's moving! Oh God, oh God, oh God."
"That centipede You call me in here because of a tiny little centipede?"
"Tony, c'mon, it's getting closer!"
"You're seriously afraid of a little bug? A tiny little bug?"
"No, not scared. I just It's just "
"I get it, you're scared, but you've called the right person for the job, Spangles."
"Don't call me that. And I'm not afraid, Stark! Just-Just take care of it if you're going to, because it's moving really fast and it might escape and get into the rest of the tower and if Natasha saw it she would freak out. I'm just thinking of Tasha."
"Sure you are, Cap. Can't we let it live, though? I think it's cute and I bet it wants to be your friend."
"By friend? Yeah, sure, I let it be my friend and then it starts crawling all
A Long Distance Call"Hello?" Tony spoke into his phone, not bothering to check who it was before answering.
"How long will you be gone?" Steve said from the other end of the line, skipping the greetings.
"Steve? Isn't it like... 3 in the morning over there?"
"Yes. I set the alarm so I could call you at an appropriate time."
"You- Oh my God, Steve." Tony was smiling brightly now. He felt like a dumb teenager with a crush, Steve made him feel that way and he loved it. Not that he would ever admit it.
"So? How long?"
"A couple of days, I think." Tony heard Steve groan. "I take it that you miss me?"
"You set your alarm to call me at 3am, it's no use denying it, Steve."
"I guess you're right." Steve admitted with a sigh. "I just got way too used to sleeping next to you."
"Well Cap, you should put that aside and sleep while you can, when I get back I won't let you even snooze for a while. You know, they have some quality porn channels over here, I learned a few new techniques. You think you cou- Uh. He hu
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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