Monaco Revisited

Aah Monaco in the summer. Bustling with the rich, famous and the tanned young girls wearing fashionable beach bags made out of more cloth than the rest of their attire.

In the shade at the entrance of a gift shop, Tony waited for his companion to finish shopping for way too expensive nonsense for the rest of the team. The ever-thinking-of-the-others Captain had insisted. But perhaps not another silly snow globe for Natasha, if they valued their balls.

Tony pushed his Raybans up his forehead and leered, enjoying the sun kissed view and the occasional sly and appraising glance back. Suddenly Steve, no, proper and prim Captain Rogers, burst out of the shop, nondescript plastic bag in hand and a murderous look on his face. He grabbed Tony's left arm just above the elbow and pulled him to where Tony had parked his Maserati.

"I wish you would not look at those young women like that. It is -not- respectful." the Captain hissed under his breath.

"Aww Cap, come on." Tony whined. "If those lovelies un-dress to impress a man has to be dead not to look. I'm a guy, I look- can't a guy have a look?"

"Not my guy!" groused Steve.

Tony slipped his sunglasses back on his nose, and smiled.