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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
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
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
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
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
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
In which Peter sneezes"Steve!" Tony yelled from upstairs. It was Steve's turn to do the dishes - and it really was this time, not just Tony ditching on his domestic duties - and he was just finished, so he ran to their room. "Peter sneezed!" Tony said, wiping the 3 year old's nose.
Steve frowned and approached them, kneeling in front of the bed they were both sitting in. He put his hand Peter's forehead to check his temperature.
"He doesn't seem to have a fever."
"Are you sure?" Tony asked frantically. "Maybe he caught something when we went to the park earlier. We should go to a hospital just to make sure."
"Tony, relax! We're not going to take our son to a hospital because he sneezed once!" Peter sneezed again and Tony pointed at him while looking at Steve with wide eyes. "Well okay, twice."
"We have to do something, Steve!"
"Right. Let's... Let's give him some honey."
"That's for a sore throat, you dumb ass."
"Watch your tongue in front of Peter! And what do you suggest?"
"I don't know!" Tony admi
A STony Phone Call "Hey, Steve?"
"The one and only."
"What happened? You only call me when something's wrong."
"That's not true!"
"Then why are you calling me?"
"That's what I thought."
"Sometimes I think I hate you."
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
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
The Sounds of You Breathing :: StonyThe Sounds of You Breathing
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, panting and still half-stuck in a nightmare, he sometimes panics. Well, he nearly does. It takes a few seconds for his surroundings to reassert themselves; to tell him that he's not being pelted with freezing wind, that it's so cold he can see his breath, that he's reaching out and Bucky's
The thought is always cut off before it can finish.
But then he looks up and there's no grey clouds and snow covered mountains surrounding him, but there's a ceiling and walls and an entire wall of windows overlooking the ocean and Tony snoring peacefully beside him.
That's, ultimately, what grounds him firmly in reality, in the here and now. The walls and windows are nice, but it's Tony sleeping beside him, eyes closed and the faint glow of the arc reactor throwing out a pale blue light, that makes his heart stop racing and a small to start tugging at the corners of his lips.
Sometimes he wakes Tony up if it's bee
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
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
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
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
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