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Author's Note: Another really OLD fic. Baaah! (Lika sheep) um, I don't have anything to say...I don't remember much but this was one of my first fics so...yeah, dont expect
It was a late hour and the sun was far gone to the other side of the planet. The only light that filtered into the penthouse was the faint, but sill there, moonlight and it spilled through the many windows. Steve put his keys in his pockets and groaned, he was tired...really tired. He shuffled his feet across the floor, the soft noises being made were hardly reaching his ears and he was thankful for that considering all the Avengers were asleep, he didn't want to wake them up. On his way down the hall he nearly tripped over, he looked down, the collar of a, he held it up, suit jacket.
Tony.
Steve sighed, pulling his mask over his head and running a red gloved hand through his messy blond hair. He threw the jacket onto his right shoulder and continued on till he found a tie a few feet away.
Tony.
Socks and shoes were placed out in front of his door causing him to arch a blond brow. Kneeling down, he picked them up and pushed his bedroom door open.
Tony Stark was laying in his bed face down in his pillow and on top of the covers. He was wearing a, prior to being in Steve's bed, crisp white shirt and black pants. Steve walked out of his room, down to Tony's to put his discarded clothes into his closet and socks in a near by dirty clothes hamper. The Captain looked around the billionaire's room and everything was in it's place, it didn't look like Tony had even set foot in his own room. The blond walked back to his room, along the way he took his gloves off.
Setting his red hands, mask, and shield on the dresser he arched his back with a long yawn. Pajamas sounded good right now but for some reason he was reluctant to change in front of his friend, despite the fact that he was asleep.
"Tony?" He asked, the slight chance he was actually awake. No answer. Steve rummaged through his dresser till he fished out a plain white shirt and grey sweats. He shed his alter ego's clothing so he could swap for pajamas and be that much closer to actually sleeping.
Once finished he walked back over to the bed "Tony?"
No answer.
The captain lifted the other from his bed and carried him to his own room then lied him down. Steve looked at him for a moment in thought, Tony must have been stressed and really tired to fall asleep in the wrong bed but Steve was no stranger to the rumors of Mr. Stark waking up in different beds from time to time. So it was just an accident that he wound up in his bed…right? Steve walked over to Tony's dresser and looked for pajamas, remembering that the Avenger had press conferences back to back to back today. He felt bad for Tony but then again he was probably use to it.
The blond sat on the bed and set the clothes on his lap before unbuttoning the crinkled shirt. Once the shirt was fully opened, he lifted the male to sit, his head was resting on Steve's shoulder and the dress shirt slipped off. Steve replaced it with a forest green shirt that, despite the amount of grease stains on it, was clean. With that part finished Stark's back gently met the bed again and Steve went to remove his pants, the whole time humming 'The Star Spangled Banner'. He lifted one leg at a time then pulled the black sweats up and on, clearly they were far too big for the smaller man.
"Good night" Steve said before quietly shutting the door behind him and walking into his own room.
Tony let out a sigh that sounded like he was holding it in for the past twenty-five minutes. He ran a hand up his chest to his heart light and smiled 'He doesn't even know' he thought to himself. He had the Captain in bed for a moment but now he was a little more than determined to get him in bed the proper way.
