Summary: the action happens after events from CA:CW. Tony is full of grief and anger after he had found out who killed his parents. Reader is trying to calm him down.
Words: 675
A/N: Hiya! This is my very first attempt in writing so please, be gentle with me. Also, this drabble is dedicated to my favorite blog, namely @thepaperpanda and their first writing challenge ❤
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.
Tony Stark was sitting at a cold jetty thinking of last events that became his share recently. He sighed deeply slipping hands in his hair.
His heart was heavy. He felt he could barely breath and was struggling for each blissful inhalation of cold marine air.
You found him like that and your heart almost ripped apart.
You’ve been looking for him for few hours. You didn’t feel weariness, your whole body was filled with adrenaline.
When you answered a call from Natasha that Tony has left in a rush shortly after their return to the Avengers Tower, you knew something was not okay at all. You didn’t pay attention to fact it was the middle of the night and you had to get up early. The only thing you did care about was to find him and make sure he was safe and sound.
You approached him slowly from behind and you crouched next to him. You placed your hand carefully on his shoulder.
“Tony?”
He didn’t push you away but brunette also didn’t respond. He was sitting still.
“Tony.. What happened? Tell me. I’m by your side.”
He protractedly let out a sigh.
“I can’t stand this shit any longer, Y/N,” his voice has broken down before he ended his sentence. “And that fight today.. I am exhausted. And Rogers.. He knew. He knew from the very beginning..” he mumbled quietly ruffling his own bangs.
“Knew about what, Tony?” you asked stroking his shoulder.
“Who killed my parents,” he said simply like it was nothing.
You blinked.
“Who did this?”
Tony sighed again.
“Barnes. James Barnes. His beloved Winter Soldier, Y/N,” Tony crossed arms over his chest. “He knew.. And still was protecting that murderer! Can you believe it, Y/N?!”
You stayed silent giving Tony a room for reflexion.
“You good know they are friends. And I think that James didn’t do this because he has wanted it to happen. Wasn’t him under Hydra’s control back then?” you questioned.
He didn’t say a word.
“You know how huge was their influence over Barnes,” you added. “Even if it was him who…. Did this awful thing… He wasn’t himself.”
“You’re protecting this bastard!” Tony rose from his place flicking his jeans from dirt. “Y/N, you should be by MY SIDE, and all you do is defending HIM!”
Tony pushed you aside, he was so cold towards you. He simply passed you and went back to his Lamborghini.
“Tony! Wait!” you ran after him.
“Y/N, I have nothing more to say!” he didn’t let you grab his hand and in a rush he took a driver seat on his car.
“Where are you going, Tony?” you asked almost with tears in your eyes.
“None of your business,” he replied slightly.
“Just, please Tony, calm down, take a shower, maybe talk to someone in the Tower….”
He snapped cutting your sentence in a half.
“There are no Avengers anymore, Y/N. At least they are not united anymore.”
Tony pushed you away and pressed the button so door from his side has closed.
He drove away fastly leaving you alone at the parking lot next to the harbour.
“Dear God…” you felt a single tear running down your cheek. “Send us a sign.. I hope they will reunite again….”
You didn’t know then that evil forces was on their way to destroy everything you used to know…
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It was one
of these days, when Bucky was full of rage. He recently has came back from very
tough mission in Eastern Europe. He has been sent to Nizhny Novgorod and he had
to invigilate the training of young Shield’s recruits.
Now,
brunette was at the gym, where he was doing his cardio training, trying to get
rid of bad emotions.
You went at
the gym out of pure boredom, your day was really boring, so you decided to go
there and do something.
Shirt and
shorts were all that you were wearing at the moment, you felt comfortable in
that outfit.
You entered
the gym and looked around, then you looked at Bucky and smiled at him. “Hey
there, Barnes!”
Bucky’s
eyes wandered slowly over you. “Hi” he only mumbled under his breath.
He didn’t pay too much attention to your
presence in the room, he just kept going with his exercises
You frowned
softly and walked to him. “Hey, why are you so angry today, huh?”
your eyes wandered slowly from top of his head to his toes. You licked your
lips a bit and smiled at him.
Bucky was
lifting weights, putting his whole attention to the exercise. He was slowly
tautening his muscles to slacken them after few moments. “Why so curious,
Y/N?”
“I’m
always worried about my friends and my team mates.” You looked at him
worried.
Bucky chuckled darkly.
“And tell me, Y/N, since when me and you are friends?” he gave you a
look, the specific one, which was reserved only for special occasions, when
Bucky was really not in a mood to conversations.
You rolled
your eyes theatrically and you sighed heavily, you always were trying to be
nice to this guy.
“Hmmm. Let me think.. Maybe since Cap forced Tony to take you to the team and
since Cap even brought you here? Maybe since that day.” You muttered annoyed.
Bucky
stopped for a while, putting barbells onto its place.
“Heh, yeah.” he looked at you briefly, then he grabbed his towel and
went at the other side of the gym. “Did anyone tell you, that you’re
annoying, Y/N? Can’t you see I am trying to do my daily workout? And can’t you
see I need to stay focused?” man sighed deeply. “What’s your
business?”
“Nope!
Cap says I’m sweet and Stark likes fact that I care.” You said, watching
him from behind. “Everyone likes me… well, maybe 99% of the team.”
You shrugged.
“So I
am that 1 missing percent” Bucky chucked. “Well.. Yea. Listen to the
man, who has been stucked in the ice for last 70 years and the man, who only
knows, how to love himself and how to be a narcissus” Bucky looked at you
above his metal arm.
“Heh,
still better than listen to the man that spent like… last 70 years as a
psycho killer controled by Hydra.” You smiled at him. “Why you are so
behind everyone, Bucky… it’s so sad…” you said quietly with sadness.
Man shrugged slightly. “I used to be
alone. And I still appreciate it. As you could saw for last months, I am
definitely not a social type of person. I like to be on my own, without bunch
of ‘fake’ friends around” his blue eyes, after little travel along your
figure, have stopped on your eyes. “Now. Let me finish my training.”
You walked
closer to him.
“Come on Bucky, how do you know,
that they are ‘fake’, if you even didn’t give them a chance.” You stood
next to him. “Look, when Cap brought me here from S.H.I.E.L.D., I was
scared of everyone. Everyone looked so serious and scary, but I gave them a
chance and look, I don’t have any fake friends. There are people, that really
wanna be friends with you.”
Bucky
rolled his eyes.
“I think I’ve made myself clear enough. I don’t need others.” Man
continued his training.
You grabbed
Bucky’s metal hand tight. “No, it’s not ‘clear enough’ for me. I can see
you aren’t like this, Bucky. I know you are different… Just tell me what’s
wrong. Because I’m worried, and I am not the only person who’s worried about
you.” You said, frowning.
“Nothing.
I had a tough mission. And I want to relax a bit. And it’s my way to do so,
Y/N” he snapped angrily. “Listen, doll, it’s a gym. Can you take your
sweet little butt and take a step or two away from me, huh? Maybe train a bit
too, it’s gonna help you to think clearly.”
“So
come on, let’s train. Come at me, bro!” You said. smiling at him.
“Come on, show me, how much of relax do you need, unless you are scared of
me.” Your smile changed from nice one into shabby within second.
One of
Bucky’s brews slowly rose, when a grimace crawled onto his rough lips.
“Are ya kidding me, doll? You don’t have any chances.”
Bucky wiped
his hands into towel, then he tossed it on the bench and slowly went into your
direction.
You got
ready on him, you were scared because this guy was three times bigger than you.
‘I hope he will be gently,’ you thought to yourself and bite inside of your
cheek, looking at him.
Bucky was
looking straight into your eyes, without any signes of hesitation.
With one
huge step he approached you and grabbed you by your left forearm, at the same
time undercutting your legs. Both of you lost the balance immediately and you
both fell onto the ground.
“Oh,
shit!!” You growled and let out a loud whimper, when you hit the floor
with your back.
You tried
your best to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no chances for it,
Bucky was just too strong for you.
“Damn you, Barnes.” You growled deeply, wiggling like a crazy.
Laying on
top of you, Bucky was smiling proudly as he was looking down on your face.
“Doll, I’ve been telling ya, that you ain’t gonna beat me.” His
bangs, wet from sweat, fell on his eyes.
You turned your head to him.
“Maybe…” you quickly grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to
yours, than you kissed his lips hardly.
A mean smile appeared on your face.
“But I can do different stuff..” you whispered with a quiet purr.
Bucky at first was trying to pull away from you, but within
a second he got all comfy and gave a kiss back. It was a messy kiss, full of
rush and insecurity.
“You kissed me back..” you said quietly and moved
your hand through his hair.
“But… Why so shy, Bucky?”
Bucky swallowed hardly, licking his lips.
“It’s a bit inappropriate..” brunette mumbled quietly against your
soft lips, brushing them with his rough one.
His metal hand has been placed on your hip. “I think I will rethink our
relationship, Y/N.”
Quiet giggle left your lips, then you slowly turned around
in his arms.
Your lips started slowly kiss his neck.
“Oh really… So… I’m not annoying anymore?”
Bucky didn’t respond, kissing your clavicle and slipping his
impatient hands under your shirt.
“Come here.” You whispered and pulled him into
deep kiss, while you started to rub yourself against his crotch.
Bucky let out a moan, pushing his tongue into your mouth and
humming deeply. His cold metal fingers were running along the curve of your
waist.
You whimpered loudly into the kiss and clenched your arms
tighter around his neck.
Bucky placed himself completely between your legs, slowly
pulling your shirt up to reveal your breasts.
But suddenly..
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OVER HERE!?” a loud
yell could be heard next to the door.
You blinked and looked up, your vision was upside down, but
you could see Tony, who was angry as hell and Steve, whose face was covered in
a blush.
“Bucky….. Y/N… What you two are doing here…”
Steve asked, obviously shocked by an unexpected view.
“Exactly! What the fuck!” Tony crossed his arms
over his chest, cocking his brow. “We left you for 5 minutes, and you just
fooling around with Mr Barnes?! Y/N, I don’t recognize you!”
You could feel, how your face is getting hotter. “I…
I… I just….” You bite your lips and hugged to Bucky tightly, hiding
your face into his chest.
“Tony, calm down.” Steve said softy.
Than he looked at Bucky.
“You…. get off of her and help her get up.” Steve muttered.
Bucky, with a huge blush on his cheeks followed Steve’s
order without complaining. He offered you his metal hand and helped you to get
up.
“C’mon guys, it’s just a wrestling” Bucky used the
only explanation, which came to his mind.
Tony laughed shortly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus,
give me some patience, please” Stark put his hands up in a gesture of
helplessness.
You quickly got up and pulled your shirt down, looking at
man with a stupid smile on you lips. “I don’t think this explanation will
work.”
“Of course it won’t.” Blond man growled softly.
“You should be happy, that they haven’t done anything else.” Steve
looked at Tony.
Stark shrugged, turning around. “I see you in my
office, Barnes. 5 minutes!” he ordered harshly before he left the gym.
Bucky improved his sweatpants and went to Steve.
“Sorry, pal.”
“Just go there before he will kick you out of the
tower.” Steve sighed heavily, patting his friend’s shoulder.
You improved your shorts a bit and went to Steve. “Cap,
I’m so sorry… So so so so sorry.” You whimpered. “But I couldn’t
stop myself from… him.” You sighed sadly and looked down.
Steve smiled at you when Bucky was gone. “Good work,
Y/N. Don’t let him be alone.” he whispered.
A/N:Hello guys, Beast’s here. I just wanna say I found it super interesting and developing to write stories for you in cooperation with my beloved girlfriend. And, besides, I wanna share with you little information (yeah, I can’t stop myself from boasting), so… We got engaged Now I have an honor to call Cass my fiancée. Hope you all are gonna have great weekend, pals!
Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone
Request by: Anonymous
Author: Cass and Beast.
It was a day like many else before. Bucky,
sitting on the couch at the Avengers’ Tower, was playing with a little object
in his hands.
Steve walked to him and looked at lil
object. “Is it Stark’s phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his
stuff.” Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.
“Yeaaah, I’ve heard all this before,
pal” Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the
screen. “I like to make him mad. Besides. It’s only a piece of metal and
glass.”
“A piece of metal and glass that is
really important for him, just like for everyone in these days.” Steve
only shrugged. “I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or
whatever… In our times we didn’t have stuff like this.” He muttered.
“Heh” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“That dude can’t spend even 5 minutes without this device. I’m curious
what he would do if I would hide it somewhere…” Bucky giggled under his
breath. “Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but
better.”
“One day he will kick you out of here.
You are cruel for him. Father’s day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words
"I love my dad” and you HAD to add “Sorry Tony” using
permanent marker.“ Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.
"What are you doing there?” He said and slowly looked at phone.
“Oh, c’mon Stevie!” Bucky poked
Steve’s leg. “I just wanna see his reaction” brunette got up and
looked around. “Maybe here…” he approached the bookshelf and when
he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen.
“Fuck!”
“Hey, hey!” with flash hand he
carefully moved his finger along the screen. “The fuck is that, Steve?
I’ve never seen something like that before..”
“It’s just a phone Bucky. I saw how
Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do
whatever he wants.”
“Lemma try this” Bucky, without a
blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. “Oh.. How many
numbers… Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations” Bucky chuckled
darkly.
Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of
his head. “Remember that those numbers can be also important for
him.” He said. “Maybe try to touch the other… lil picture on this
phone.” Steve said, he couldn’t help said he became a bit curious.
Bucky looked at his pal. “Really,
man?” he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve’s advice and he
touched another icon. “Shit, man, I’ve just started recording…
Wait!” Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. “Hi, Tony! Don’t
worry, your phone is a good hands!” Bucky waved to the camera.
“Just don’t kick him out Tony, please.
Turn it off back. Now” Steve muttered. “Gimme that.” Steve took
the phone and returned to the couch. “What else can be here..?” Man
said and looked at his friend.
Bucky eagerly followed his friend and
jumped on the couch. “Hey, I wanna see too!”
“Stark is gonna kill us pal.”
Steve smiled softly and opened phone’s gallery. “Oh… look at that,
photos… and there is our video… shell we look at all photos?”
“Are ya kidding me, Steve?!”
Bucky blinked. “Sure! We have to!” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around
Steve’s shoulders to see phone better.
Steve laughed shortly. “Sooo…”
He started look trough photos. “So… there is Pepper… Rhodey in
hospital… This new kid, Parker, and of course… photos with many different
women… Now you Buck.” Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.
“Pepper would be soooo mad” Bucky
pretended to be sad. “Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking
like a bird.” Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark’s twitter.
“You aren’t good in pretending.”
Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. “What is it, pal?”
“Once I saw how Stark was.. How he
said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing… Or something like
that..”
Steve only shook his head. “I think
I’m too old for this, Buck.”
“Me too… But..” Bucky managed
to use the keyboard.
STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO
After writing he presses on the “post
it” button. “Done.”
Steve laughed. “Soo! What now? Maybe
he has some music here? I’m wonder what is he listening to.”
Bucky tried to click another icon, but
somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. “Fuck
me.”
Steve blinked. “Yea! I told you.”
He frowned. “What now?”
“PAAAARKEEEEERRR!” Bucky yelled
loudly.
“Really, Buck. What he’s gonna do? He
is just a kid.” Steve muttered looking at his friend.
“PARKER, move your lazy ass
here!!!” Bucky yelled again.
“What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or
something else what is very evil?!” Peter jumped into room really
surprised and confused.
“Catch it, kid!!” Bucky threw
crushed phone at Parker’s direction.
“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark’s phone…
What have you done?“ He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault.” He
pointed at Bucky.
“Traitor” Bucky poked Steve’s
shoulder. “I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this..
So.. None of my fault” he giggled.
“Um…” Peter looked at Bucky
even more confused.
Steve sighed deeply. “Bucky, he is
just a kid. You can’t treat him like this.”
Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. “Go to
your room. I will take care of this.”
Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the
room.
~Few hours later~
"My phone… Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into
every place where he could possibly left his phone.
Kitchen -no.
Bathroom – no.
living room – no.
Bedroom – no.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it
for me?” He muttered deeply annoyed.
“I can’t do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers
left something in your office.”
Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office.
He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note.
Tony walked closer and saw that this ‘something’ was his phone. Crushed.
He looked at the note.
"Hey, Tony… Your phone had small accident… Bucky is sorry. –
Steve”
Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.
“BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
TOUCHING MY STUFF!”
„Soo… He is like..” Tony looked at Steve
over papers that he held in hand, frowning softy.
“Blinde… Yea I know that… but he is good,
it took me a while to make sure about this but he is good, really good.” Steve
said. “Like really really good. You should see his skills, the things that he
can do. He fights like normal person, even better. He fights like a real hero.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve! This
guy’s blinde, blinde like a mole. I don’t believe you, how someone like he can
even call himself a hero?”
“Have you read newspapers? He is all over
them… maybe we should at last try… give him a chance. Pleaseee Tony.” Steve
sighed sadly making kind of a puppy eyes.
“Okaaaay! Fine!” Tony muttered. “If
something will happen, it will be your responsibility, Cap.” Man said.
“It always is my responsibility..” Steve
said quietly to himself.
“What?” Tony frowned.
“No! Nothing! Thanks, Tony.” Steve said and
left.
Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t
really know this new place very well. He also wasn’t really sure about him
joining Avengers, it was so out of place. Well yes, he was a hero but he wasn’t
like any member of Avengers. However he came anyway.
Cap and Bucky walked into room, Steve
looked at Matt and then at Bucky.
Bucky only shrugged and sat on a couch.
Steve smiled at Matt and offered him hand.
“Mathew Murdock, am I right?”
“Yes, Captain, but Matt is enough.”
Tony walked into the room and looked at
Cap. “Steve…. He is blinde. He for sure won’t see your hand.” He laughed.
Steve smiled awkwardly and immediately his
face became red.
Bucky rolled his eyes and took Tony’s empty cup from a coffee table. “Hey!
Devil! Catch this!” He yelled and threw cap into Matt’s direction. Man caught
it without problem. “I knew that second guy was there.” Matt said happily.
Tony blinked and frowned softly. “Whatever!
And YOU! Never threw my stuff” He growled and left.
Bucky only laughed. “I love to piss him off.”
“Um… Thanks Bucky. So… Matt? Welcome to
Avengers?”
Bucky only facepalmed when Steve again offered his hand to Matt, this guy was
just too nice.
Matt smiled and nodded. “Thank you Captain
Rogers.” Matt said and took Steve’s hand. “I hope that cooperation will be
successful.”
SUMMARY: Tony is asked to make an appearance as Iron Man for Steve’s son’s b-day party. He shows up and surprises everyone.
Author: Killer raccoon
Steve asked Tony to make an appearance as Iron Man at his son’s birthday party, he planned it perfectly so that he knew Pepper would be around when he asked. He’d noticed that Tony had a more difficult time turning down personal requests when Pepper was around. First- because Tony always wanted to impress her. And second- because if Tony did decline, Steve knew that Pepper had grown very good at the art of persuasion and would find a way to convince him. Tony would sometimes decline attending things he didn’t even mind doing, just to see if he could barter with Pepper for some kind of extra reward or incentive. But Pepper was on to his tricks by now. So of course even though Tony was reluctant, making a string of his usual excuses, Pepper was able to get Tony to give in.
Tony arrived at the birthday party, on time, escorted by Pepper.
The house was decked out with every possible Iron Man decoration under the sun. Steve just rolled his eyes, like Tony needed any sort of ego boost, now his face was plastered everywhere with kids practically worshipping at his feet. But much to both Pepper and Steve’s surprise, Tony had altered his suit for the occasion to perform functions and tricks that were safe for kids, and that entertained them for almost two hours. It made Pepper smile to know that Tony had put in the extra effort for these kids, even without her pressuring him to do so. It was his own choice.
After two hours of entertainment, Tony was pretty exhausted. Entertaining kids really took it out of him, plus he still wasn’t sleeping completely. Pepper finally stepped in to relieve Iron Man of his performing duties and Tony graciously accepted her help calming down the kids who couldn’t get enough of him.
When the crowd of kids dispersed for Iron Man red velvet cake, Tony took off his suit and took a seat at a nearby table. Pepper volunteered to retrieve a piece of cake for him while he waited. It was then that Tony spotted a distressed little boy crying in the back of the yard. He looked around for some kind of adult or parent to tend to him but no one seemed to see him from where he sat in the yard. A little time passed and Tony was starting to get anxious that the boy was still unattended to. So he got up and went over to the crying child, trying to comfort him while being completely uncomfortable himself. Through choked back sobs the boy confessed that he had arrived late to the party and missed out on seeing iron man, not recognizing Tony without the suit. Tony was relieved, now this was something he could actually help the small child with.
He went and got the suit and gave the boy a private show, demonstrating the water guns he’d installed in place of the repulsor beams just for the occasion, among other silly alterations he had made. The boy began to laugh and squeal with delight. Pepper watched Tony from across the yard in awe.
The little boy beamed up at Tony and thanked him, saying he was the luckiest boy in the world because he got to hang out with Iron Man. Tony took his helmet and handed it to him, telling the boy he could keep it if he didn’t tell any of the other kids. The boy threw his arms around Tony from his sitting position and pulled Tony down into a hug, thanking him profusely and calling him his best friend. Tony tousled his hair in return and said “you bet!” then encouraged the boy to join the rest of the kids.
Pepper watched as Tony sat in the grass, starting at where the boy had sat, with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over and brought him is cake and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m proud of sou, mrs Iron Man” she said.
They rode home in silence, Pepper gripping Tony’s hand tightly between them.
They got ready for bed separately and climbed in together. There was this pang in Pepper’s heart, playing out the whole scene she had witnessed in her head, over and over again. Tony looked so happy with that little boy. He had made that boy so happy.
They lay there in the semi-dark silence, until “I think we should have a baby!” they both blurted out at the same time.
Both of their faces lit up at the other’s confession, there was sincerity and hope in their eyes. They had a lot to talk about but they wasted no time sharing a sweet kiss, stripping each other, and practicing their baby-making skills that same night.
It wasn’t because she had any question
about her feelings for him, or even any question about his for her. It was just
a big change for both of them. They both had so much at stake- they had
gradually become the center of each other’s universe, so to speak. Well, she
knew Tony would always be his own gravitational force. But she also knew that
he needed her, even if his world didn’t revolve around her, it couldn’t exist
without her either. They both had a lot to lose.
Tony was being a gentleman, waiting
patiently for Pepper to be ready for intercourse- even if it was really hard
for him. Of course that didn’t mean they didn’t have some fun together. They
were adults with a decade long relationship who were in love and very sexually
attracted to one another. But Tony always stopped himself before it got too
far, or else he feared it would be impossible to stop and he didn’t want to be
a jerk or get testy with her.
Pepper had spent the night several times,
but they mostly kissed, fooled around and slept tangled together. He hated when
she left for the night so even if it was incredibly difficult to keep his hands
to himself it was better than her leaving him alone every night.
After the invasion of New York, all bets were off, everything
changed-including Tony. He almost died and Pepper didn’t want any regrets. She
wanted to anchor Tony to something solid and good, he seemed worried and a
little more distant. She wanted to take him in her arms and make him feel safe
and loved and show him that she believed in his commitment to her. She began
spending almost every night with him-afraid to leave him alone.
It had been a week since the attack. They
both had long days of work but Tony was focused on upgrading his suit for the
next potential threat and she had to drag him from the workshop up to clean up
for bed. She laid out his sweats for him and changed in the bathroom. He laid
in bed, waiting for her to return, he was always happy she was there. When she
joins him on the bed he immediately begins kissing her. It isn’t too much or an
unwelcome advance, she needs him too.
He touches a bit of bare skin on her hip
between her pajama pants and where her tank top has ridden up to expose her
tummy, he’s stroking it gently before he drags his rough fingers across the
expanse of her midriff to the front of her stomach, right above her low hanging
pants. His touch is like fire on her skin, he pauses. She leans up and whispers
in his ear “don’t stop there- please don’t stop.”
He pulls back and stares at her, mouth
slightly ajar. She nods a little. She is ready.
He leans back down and kisses her again,
slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, he sits up a little so he can position himself
to remove her pants. She lifts her hips to accommodate his movement and he
swears he can hear his own pulse pounding in his chest. When he’s tossed her
pants off the bed she reaches for the hem of his shirt and removes it, tossing
it beside her discarded pants on the floor.
His skin feels amazing against hers. When
he is back beside her, hovering just over her, she places her hand gently
against the arc, feeling the faintest whir below her fingertips. The last time
she actually touched it she was panicking and replacing it- an entirely
different experience. His big brown eyes are locked on hers, they are both
exposed and vulnerable. After a moment he places his hand over hers and brings
her fingertips up to his lips for a gentle kiss.
She moves her hand up to cup his check and
pull him down for another searing kiss as he moves between her legs. She wraps
her leg around his hip and begins to slowly grind against his growing hardness
as they continue to kiss. She is getting really hot. He can faintly feel her
nipples through her tank top. He reaches between them to trace his fingers over
the soaked crotch of her panties. She is already so wet. The touch makes her
jolt- but it is too brief. She begins to desperately tug at the waist band of
his pants, she wants them gone, she wants more contact and less between them.
After a few attempts to push them down she begins to grow desperate and
frustrated and he pulls back to abide by her clear desire.
He pulls his pants down and his hard
length bobs free against his stomach. He feels relief at the freedom. And the
sight, and size, of him only turns her on more. She quickly removes her tank
top and lays back down, mostly bare before him. The only barrier that remains
is her panties. Her chest is flushed, a beautiful blush is creeping up her pale
chest to her freckled cheeks. He is in awe of her. He places a wet kiss on her
neck before he licks her and begins to suck at her pulse, marking her for his
own.
She is rubbing her legs together
attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. His hand
trails up her ribcage until it reaches her breast. He massages he briefly
before slowly tracing his thumb around her hard nipple. Her hand is at the nape
of his neck holding him against her as she beings to pant and undulate her hips
against the empty space between them. When he comes up for air, he looks at her
laid out before him. He moves between her legs and pulls her panties down in
agonizing slowness. She misses him against her already. His warm body pressed
against hers, shoulder to toe.
When the final barrier is removed, he
places his hands on her hips in a moment of uncertainty. She reaches down and
places her left hand over his right and gives it a gentle squeeze before slowly
dragging his hand beneath hers to where she wants his touch the most. He
touches her gently, watching her face, watching how her eyes close, her mouth
gasps on that first contact. Her other hand blindly reaches out for his. Their
fingers tangle on the bed beside her hip and she is gripping his hand fiercely
as he slowly caresses her open and she moves her hips against his hand begging
for more.
He wants to taste her but as he leans
down- she tells him she won’t last and she wants him inside her. He’s grateful.
It’s been a long time and he could use some relief, and he settles for licking
his fingers clean, savoring his first taste of her.
He reaches over into the night stand for
lubricant. Her pulse is quickening, even though she didn’t think that was
possible, as she watches him prepare himself for her. He is so hard, she hasn’t
even gotten a chance to touch him. She reaches out to help stroke the lubricant
over him, together they slide their hands over his length. It’s a brief
encounter but there will be plenty of time for that later. He lays her back
down and positions himself. She is incredibly wet as he is rubbing his head
over her opening, increasing her anticipation in a slow tease she can barely
stand.
He finally takes mercy on her as he lines
himself up and takes one deep, long, slow thrust inside. When he is fully
embedded inside her he hears her squeak. He looks at her face for reassurance.
Her eyes are clouded and unfocused, she asks for a moment to adjust. It’s been
a long time and she is a little tight.
He reaches out and pushes a piece of her
hair behind her ear, and then places his hand on her neck, tracing soothing
circles with his thumb, back and forth, until she is ready. He is waiting for
her signal and taking in every feature on her face. When she lifts her leg over
his hip he begins a slow, deep grind against her, not wanting to rush. They
move their pelvises together, slowly building passion until he is desperate to
pull back and thrust against her. She can tell what he needs- she needs it too.
She trails her hand from his shoulder blade down to his supple butt- gripping
it to let him know its okay. He follows her lead and begins a stream of harder
thrusts against her.
They make love hesitantly. When he feels
he can’t take anymore he reaches down between them and slowly rubs her clit.,
hoping to make her cum. He bends over and simultaneously takes her hard pebbled
nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. That does the trick and she cums
hard, gripping him like a vice and crying out against him.
He places his head on her chest, between
her breasts, thrusts five more times and begins to cum himself. He pulls back
and stares into her eyes as he is emptying everything he has inside her. He bursts
over and over again.
He lays his head back down and they don’t
move for a few moments. He can feel her sweat begin to cool against his face as
she rubs soothing circles on his exposed cheek before he finally moves. When
they separate the cold air hits his drained cock with a hiss. Not wanting to
leave for the bathroom, he fetches his sweats from the floor by the bed and
moves to wipe them both clean before pulling the blankets up and over them. She
is touched by his tenderness and already missing his closeness, feeling
emptiness where he recently occupied.
They lay in bed facing each other, her
hand on the pillow beside her head. He reaches over and takes her fingers in
his before scooting closer to her and rolling onto his back. He takes her hand
and places it gently over the arc- resting his hand on top of hers before she
snuggles even closer into his side and drapes her leg over his.
“That was worth the wait” she says softly.
“Baby.. I never knew I was waiting for
anything until you” he says back, smiling at her.
It was the quietest morning there’d been in
months, save the dull croak of the piano and the moaning of the floorboards
beneath the pianists tapping foot.
Tony stood behind the rows of white chairs,
stiff and unmoving, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Across the
quickly filling room, Bucky noticed him and attempted a smile, but immediately
his lips began to quiver and he turned down to look at his feet before Tony could
try to return the gesture.
Bucky, the only one in this room who fully
understood Tony’s presence here, the only man who knew what had been going on
behind closed doors. Because Steve had insisted he know, had told Tony that if
he couldn’t trust Bucky, then what were they even doing?
Tony watched Sam slide in next to Bucky,
place a hand on the man’s shoulder and sit him down, and then Tony was alone
again. Something he hadn’t felt in years.
The more people filed into the room, the
more sullen the mood became. Natasha sat on the other side of Bucky, and Clint
next to her, and Tony’s throat tightened in anguish as even Nick Fury,
accompanied by Phil and Maria, made their way down the rows of chairs. It
didn’t matter if nobody had the time for a full blown ceremony: they made time.
Sam had pulled him aside a few days ago to
assure him that he’d be welcomed with open arms, but Tony had his doubts, and
therefore kept his distance. He was somewhere deep in his own head anyway. He
didn’t even notice Pepper next to him, brows furrowed as she tapped furiously
at her phone, or Rhodey, dressed up in his navy blue suit, hands also clasped
behind his back, but in respect rather than anxiety. Tony knew he should have
been one of the men carrying in the… but of course he chose to stand
next to Tony, and in some lost part of his conscious mind, Tony appreciated
that.
But when the music slowed and died and what
was left of the hushed conversations among the room was cut off, Tony was sure
his heart stopped. He was able to keep himself composed, lips pursed and face
blank, all of his muscles tensed to keep from shaking. However, when the first
two soldiers stepped into the room, shoulders straight and hats in their hands,
and Tony knew what
would be following them, he fucking lost it. His breathing shortened, his head
swayed dizzily, and before he knew it, he was busting through the side door
into the empty hallways, straight towards the wall to keep him right side up.
He pressed his forehead against the cool, brick walls, gasping for air. Luckily
he was in the back, so he hardly disturbed anyone.
But of course, one man had noticed. One man
had dashed out after him, was now placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder, gentle,
but firm.
“Breathe."
Both hands were on him when he wouldn’t calm
down, and he knew that they learned this in the military, he understood, but
with the steadiness of his voice, with the serum, Bucky sounded and felt
too much like Steve, all those restless, summer nights when Tony was kept up
and he had been there for him, and it made everything worse. He couldn’t get
air into his lungs, his eyes spun in and out of focus, and he trembled
violently beneath the other man’s grasp. And who the hell was Tony to Steve, to
be comforted by the dead man’s best
friend. It was absolutely unfair to Bucky, and Tony felt sick with
guilt and selfishness. He turned around, gently pushing Bucky away from him.
"I’m sorry,” He wheezed, and
Bucky was shaking his head like Tony had no reason to apologize, but he
absolutely did.
Within the next few seconds, Rhodey was in
the halls, pushing Bucky to the side to get to Tony.
“Thank you, Buck, but I can handle
this.” He said.
“I don’t think you understand”
Bucky protested.
“The hell, I don’t understand.”
Rhodey snapped. “I know Tony better than he knows himself. I’m not stupid,
and I’m not blind.” He looked up to Bucky then, and his face softened
apologetically.
“Please, you are the last person who
should have to do this. Go pay your respects to Steve. I’ll take care of
him.” He said. Bucky nodded silently and turned to leave.
By then, Tony was catching his breath,
letting a warmth flood through him and calm his nerves, though his hands still
shook hard.
“You knew?” He asked quietly, and
Rhodey, despite everything else, managed a smile.
“You thought you could keep a secret
like that from me? I mean, honestly, Tony."
Tony huffed, just then realizing how
foolish it was to actually believe that he had kept the relationship between he
and Steve from Rhodey.
"He’s gone,” he breathed
suddenly, clasping a hand over his mouth in awe at what had just escaped, a
electric shock shooting through him as the words rang true, and then Rhodey was
pulling him into a hug, burying Tony’s face into his shoulder. Tony clenched
his teeth, refusing to cry, but breathed heavily through his nose, gasps
shuddering through his body as he held it all in, and Rhodey became the only
thing holding Tony in one piece.
Steve was gone okay, and did Tony ever
fully appreciate when he was around? Did he take the time to let him know that?
Looking back, he knew it had always been a frantic, desperate rush of fumbling
fingers and clothes strewn across the floor. Tony always thought they’d have
time to take their time.
Did he even ever tell Steve that he loved
him? That he was doubtlessly, unconditionally in love with him?
Did he even know at the time?
Tony shut his eyes tight, held on to Rhodey
tighter in horror as his knees buckles. He could feel his heart wasn’t going to
hold together, could feel the world around him crumbling, and when he managed
to open his eyes…
There was darkness. Tony blinked once,
twice, realized he was on his back. His hair, shirt, and the mattress beneath
him were all soaked in sweat. Tony shot up, the force causing an immediate
headache, and searched the room as his eyes adjusted to the dark. His heart was
pounding hard in his chest, fear in his throat as he chanced a glace at the
weight he felt against his hip. He sucked in a breath.
“Steve?” He croaked. There was a
small, groggy yawn and then two large, muscled arms that peaked through the
covers, revealing a half asleep, but definite Steve Rogers as he stretched,
shifted to turn around, and put an arm around Tony’s waste, pulling him back
down and against his own body heat. Tony’s sigh of relief came out as a choked
sob, and he pressed his nose into Steve’s chest in an attempt to muffle his
sudden sounds. However, that startled Steve completely out of sleep.
“Tony? He tried to sit up, pulling
Tony away from him and brushing his damp hair out of his face. "Tony, are
you okay?” He was pouting at him as Tony quickly regained control of his
emotions.
“No, I’m not okay. I love
you."
Steve stared at him, confused in his half
dream state, cheeks flushed with the heat of the summer night, hair sticking up
in a way that warmed Tony’s heart.
And then he was kissing him, the slowest
kiss they’d ever had, and Steve kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his
shoulder. Tony felt dizzy as Steve took his hand and pressed his lips gently to
his wrist, the palm of his hand.
Tony and Steve are spending the holidays in New York – just the two of them. No Clint, no Logan – and especially no SHIELD interference. Tony’s made sure Jarvis won’t let anyone call in to the house. There’s a Christmas tree three times too big for the house sitting in the dead center of their living room, and Tony’s made sure there are far too many presents settled on top of the tree skirt underneath of it. And the billionaire’s even made sure to put lights up on the house, wreathes wherever he can, and he’s got sprigs of mistletoe hanging around in the most inopportune places.
There’s a reason for that, too. For the first time in Tony’s life, he feels at home for Christmas. He’s been through many holiday seasons, most of them spent drunk on the balcony of his Los Angeles house while Pepper yells at him. But this Christmas, he’s with Steve and they spend every evening sipping hot chocolate in front of their fireplace, watching Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph until they’re ready to stumble their tired asses into bed.
However, this particular night, Tony goes out for the day with promises that he’ll make it up to Steve for leaving him alone – and doesn’t come back until late. Of course, Steve can’t be mad at him though because the soldier knows it’s just Tony being Tony and there was a high chance that he was buying gifts. So instead of getting irritated, he simply greets his lover at the door with a kiss and a cup of hot chocolate.
“Good evening, my dear,” Tony says as they walk side-by-side in to the kitchen. The whole house smells delicious and when they finally step onto tile, Tony can see why. “You made cookies? So basically when they injected that serum into you, you became perfect. Supersoldier, baker, master chef, artist – is there anything you can’t do?”
Steve simply looks at him with a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and murmuring for Tony to shut the hell up. Tony just grins before spotting the apron falling halfway off of the table.
“Oh, you did not wear an apron,” he says, eyes wide and round. When Steve blushes and looks away, his mouth falls open slightly as well.
“Well I wasn’t going to get cookie dough all over my clothes, Tony,” Steve says with a smile, moving his gaze back to his boyfriend. When he sees the expression on the other man’s face however, he laughs incredulously. “That seriously turns you on?”
“Well, the fact that you were wearing clothes kind of takes away from the image I had in my mind,” Tony starts, then grins. “But yes. If I’d come home earlier I would have delighted in pushing you against the counter and getting those clothes off of -”
“Tony!” Steve says loudly, and it’s at that very moment that the man in question notices his partner’s blush. And the pink is traveling fast down his neck where Tony knows it’ll flush his whole body. “Try one, I added a little more sugar then the recipe called for.”
“From scratch, really? Okay, Mr. Perfect,” Tony mumbles, sitting his mug down and reaching for one of the chocolate chip cookies. And as soon as he bites into it, he’s ready to pull Steve into the living room and fuck him senseless. Because he really is Mr. Perfect and his cookies are delicious.
“So,” Steve says after Tony’s moaned his approval. “How was your day?” “Typical,” the other man chirps as they make their way into the living room, mugs of hot chocolate and plate of cookies in hand. “Braved the snow and did some Christmas shopping. Did I ever mention that I hate the snow? Because I really, really hate the snow.”
There’s a fire going in the fireplace however and as soon as they sit down, Steve’s pulling Tony into his lap so he can place his hands on his back, rubbing and kneading.
“I know you do, but I love it,” he laughs while the playboy sitting in between his legs murmurs in appreciation. “So what did you get me today?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out!”
“Unfair,” Steve sighs, but he’s got a huge smile on his face. And Tony lets it go, because he’s too happy to argue – good natured or not. “You remember what tomorrow is, right?”
And when Tony pretends to think about it, Steve stops rubbing his back and sighs.
“Of course I do, darling,” Tony laughs, and that’s when his boyfriend wraps his arms around him. “I couldn’t forget the day my life changed.”
The soft tone in Tony’s voice makes Steve press a kiss to his neck, and the shorter of the two men tilts his head just enough so he can connect their lips in a slow kiss. At Tony’s request, all the lights in the living room are dimmed except the tree and the television, and he turns around on Steve’s lap so he’s got one leg on either side of him.
“I love you, Tony,” the soldier sighs, smiling against his lover’s lips while they kiss. Tony’s sliding his hands under Steve’s far-too-tight flannel when he pauses to speak.
“I love you too Steve,” he murmurs, parting so he can give his lover a smile. Because a lot of the time, people don’t believe Tony Stark when he admits any feeling other than self-righteousness. But Steve Rogers has gotten past that little wall – not without work – but he knows it was worth it.
And that’s when Steve slowly pushes Tony down onto the thick fur rug, settling in between his legs as they continue to kiss. They only part when they’re getting dizzy from lack of air, while Tony’s got his fingers occupied by unbuttoning his boyfriend’s shirt. And when it’s finally off, Steve tugs at the other’s tie, crooked smile on his lips.
“I was never good at putting ties on,” he murmurs. “And I’m equally as awful at taking them off.”
“I got it,” Tony says, fiddling with the fabric and leaving his neck exposed so that Steve can lean down and press little kisses all the way up and down the stubble-covered skin. “I see what you did! You just wanted to get at – ah…” And he stops because Steve’s got a hand in his hair and teeth are gently nipping at the skin directly behind his ear. Because it’s common knowledge between them both that that’s how you shut Tony Stark up. Soon, the billionaire’s tie and shirt are gone as well and there’s something very hard and very hot pressing against Steve’s thigh.
“Why do we wear clothes around the house? I mean really,” Tony starts, “There’s only the two of us and Jarvis here and Jarvis is an artificial intelligence so we should really just not wear clothes until we actually need to do something.”
“Tony,” Steve says softly, pressing his leg down and getting a lovely groan of appreciation in response. “You need to learn when to shut up.”
“And you need to wear that apron for me.” Is the retort he gets, while his partner grinds up slowly against him. All Steve can do is chuckle low in his throat while he slides his hand down Tony’s bare skin to his dress pants. “And to get these poor pants off.”
But before Steve can do just that, Tony’s flipped them and has Steve pinned to the rug underneath him. His hands are on the waistband of his lover’s jeans, unbuttoning and pulling at them.
“Up,” he murmurs, and Steve complies by lifting his hips so that Tony can pull the offending piece of clothing off. Tony’s pants come off quickly after, leaving them with only two sets of boxers between them – which the man on top gets rid of quickly. And after he grabs a bottle of lube from the coffee table drawer, he looks down at Steve.
“Is it my turn?” the soldier teases, the crooked smile back – which makes Tony’s heart flutter even if he won’t admit it. Once he gets confirmation, Tony’s on his back on the floor and Steve’s hovering above him, fingers slicked and gently probing at his boyfriend.
“Damn, Steve,” Tony gasps as a finger is slipped inside of him, making his back arch slightly off of the rug and a gasp to leave his lips. “Could you go any slower?"
Steve simply presses another of his fingers inside of his boyfriend to shut him up. Their lips connect once more after that, kissing languidly while Steve opens him up. And surprisingly, the only noise in the room is the teleivision playing How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and the crackling of the fire. That is, until Tony flips them over again.
"My turn,” he says with a smile that would make the devil blush, slicking Steve up and running his hand up and down his erection before slowly descending onto it. Which makes him moan and grasp at his lover’s chest. Until Steve draws him into another kiss, of course.
Their pace starts slow – gentle, so Tony’s moaning softly against his mouth and muttering his name when the part for air. But soon, as always, that just not enough for the playboy and he starts moving faster, up and down, sitting straight up so that Steve has to sit up to bury his face against his lover’s neck. And that, well. That just makes Tony go a little crazy.
While Steve nips and sucks and wraps his hand around Tony’s erection, the shorter of the two men is busy fucking himself until he’s moaning his partner’s name over and over again.
“I love you Tony,” Steve says, words soft and breathless. His arms are tight around Tony’s back, holding their bodies flush together as they writhe and pant.
“I love you too, Steve. Fucking,” Tony gasps, his eyes closed and teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Love you. Like you don’t even – you don’t even know.” It’s not long before they both climax, gasping for breath and leaning against one another for support. And once they’re cleaned up, they crawl onto the couch.
“Goodnight, Tony,” Steve murmurs into his lover’s ear as he wraps an arm around him from behind. However he can already hear soft snoring.
Tony’s woken up with a cup of coffee – two sugars and one creamer – and a very naked Captain America wearing only an apron.
“See, you look lovely in just the apron,” he says sleepily, accepting the coffee and grinning at his boyfriend. He’s rewarded with a blush, a crooked smile, and a kiss, and he can’t help the bemused grin as he sips on his drink. “Alright, alright. I’m up.”
Sitting up slowly, Tony continues to sip at his coffee. He knows he should get dressed soon, because he has things to do but he just loves the sight of Steve in that damn apron and it makes him want to screw his brains out but not this early in the morning.
Steve perches himself next to him, drinking from his own mug and making life generally amazing for Tony. The fire is already crackling in the woodstove, and there’s snow falling gently past the windows and basically Tony just really feels content. For once in his life, there’s no paperwork, no Iron Man and Captain America, no Pepper or Fury or anything that would take him away from his happiness.
And blandly he realizes that he is happy. The thought kind of sends him reeling, because he’s not used to it and he doesn’t really realize when exactly his life changed or why he didn’t notice his lifting mood. He wonders if maybe anyone else noticed before he did. After sending his thought process into space however, he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder and sighs. “Gotta get dressed,” he mumbles. “I have something for you."
"Oh?” Steve replies, looking down at him and raising his eyebrows. “Well then, let’s get a move on.”
“Only if you wear that apron again sometime in the near future. Maybe Christmas Day? That would be a fantastic present.” “We’ll see.”
“Tease,” Tony says finally, shooting a smile at his lover. However they both rise once he finishes off his coffee, and walk their way into the bedroom to dress. Two oral incidents and a wardrobe malfunction later, Tony’s leading them down into the depths of his workshop, smiling like the cat that got the cream the whole way while Steve silently wonders what Tony was about to get them into. His thoughts are derailed when they walk into the Garage and Tony walks over to a new Audi sitting in the dead center of the room. The license plate reads STARK11 and that’s basically what makes Steve realize that it’s for him. And while his boyfriend walks right over to the vehicle and leans against the side, he kind of stops dead in his tracks and just stares.
“Happy Anniversary, Steve,” Tony murmurs, that small smile reserved only for Steve on his face.
“Tony, I… You didn’t have to -”
“It’s a nonissue, darling. Really. You want to take it for a drive?”
“This is way, way too much, Anthony,” Steve starts, and he can see the pout already forming on Tony’s lips. “Plus it’s snowing, and I’m pretty sure that thing doesn’t have four wheel drive. Sorry, sweetheart.”
“Well… We can at least break it in? I think there’s enough room for me to get on your lap in -”
But he’s cut off by Steve, who’s walked over and crushed their lips together. “Happy Anniversary, Tony.”
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