#1 Hair

I was shaking at the knees,

Could I come again, please?

Tony snorted, not finding what was wrong in the engine of his R8 that wasn't making its usual wonderful noise.

Yeah the ladies were too kind!

He put the chin on his arms while he was getting lost in the rhythm of the song, played really loudly, not noticing a shadow coming downstairs.

You've been...

He found himself singing, miming the drums with his hands.

-Thunderstruck!-

Rock made him concentrating, even if he let himself singing and devoting his favourite band. Meanwhile the figure had silently opened the door and it was approaching to the man.

Tony kept singing, turning the piston in his hands, and the shadow stopped behind him. After a while ii hugged from behind the genius, millionaire, etc, etc., everybody knew the story, making him screaming for surprise. He turned to face the stranger with the piston in his hands as a potential weapon.

-You know you won't even hurt me?- the figure burst out laughing.

-You'll have a few bruisers, Old...- replied Tony still shocked.

He let the piston falling down on the floor and stood up. -JARVIS, mute!- he ordered the AI, which immediately executed. -Why are you here in my den?- he asked without looking at his eyes, going to take a monkey-wrench.

-I wanted to show you something...- replied vaguely the Captain, putting his hands in the pockets.

-There will be time this evening for that, now I'm a little busy- the blonde considerately blushed, but didn't give up on his mission.

-Tony, turn- he ordered him after taking control of himself.

-Steve, you know that... What have you done with your hair?!- he shouted for the second time in less than five minutes, widening his eyes. The dark approached to him, staring at him.

-Well... Then, I thought you'd like it...- he confessed a little disappointed, raising the hands to the head.

-No no no!- he exclaimed hastily, stopping his wrists. -I didn't say I don't like it... On the contrary! I fancy you more, if possible..- he finished looking enchanted at him, while the blonde lowered the glaze, embarassed.

-I thought that... My old hair cut was too...- he started stuttering.

-Vintage? Old? Yes, it was, but it was fine!- the dark let his wrists free. -Can I tell you a thing?- he asked.

-Mmh? Obviously you can!- he immediately replied and then he regretted.

-You inspire sex being like that- he finished giving a kiss to his lips.