This has spoilers for all the movies! Read at your own risk! I stole some dialogue from here and there to get the ball rolling. If you notice differences in facts, it's because I changed it.
This is a collection of memories all strung together from different movies and periods of time. I haven't written anything in a long time, so please let me know how I am doing.
Time:2015
Chapter 1
Location:Hawkeye's farm
The team had been taken to the farm in the midst of all the Ultron drama. Steve was talking to Tony in Clint's backyard while they chopped wood and the conversation seemed to be getting heated.
"You know Ultron's trying to tear us apart right?" Tony huffed, putting his hands on his hips. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt with jeans. "Well I guess you would know." said Steve pointedly, his biceps bulging in a tight light blue t-shirt. "Whether you tell us is a bit of a question."
Tony projected, "Banner and I were doing research-"
"That would affect the team!" interrupted Steve. "That would end the team. Isn't that the mission? Isn't that why we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?" said Tony.
Steve rolled his eyes, "Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time." The men made silent tense eye contact for a minute before Clint's pregnant wife came out to greet them. "Sorry, ?" She said.
He smiled at her, "Yes Ma'am?"
"Our tractor is broken, and I know you are a mechanic so…" she laughed, embarrassed. Tony held up his hands, "Say no more. I will take a look." She thanked him and waddled back into the house.
Tony looked back at Steve, "You coming with me to finish this conversation?" He shrugged and followed him into the barn. To their surprise, Nick Fury was waiting for them inside. He gave them intel on Ultron they needed and excused himself to the house to update the rest of the team.
Tony began opening up the tractor. It turns out it actually did need to be fixed. He went to Clint's work bench and began rummaging for certain tools. Steve stayed in the barn, sitting on a bail of hay watching him, "So you are actually going to fix it?"
"Yeah it doesn't need much." said Tony, making a bunch of racket in the toolbox.
"Are we going to finish-" Steve started to say. "Please," Tony paused, "say what you want to say, Rogers."
"I don't think we can win this one, Tony. I had someone in my head. We can't fight that, and like Fury said, Ultron is everywhere, multiplying all the time."
Tony crossed his arms, "Is that the attitude we want to keep?"
"I was already hurting and that mind melder….she...made everything worse." said Steve, whimpering at the last word. He looked exhausted all of a sudden like his thoughts and memories had been beating him down for a while.
Anthony spoke quickly, almost rambling, "We have all had our issues, Cap. I for one had to be put on medication and I, oh yeah, have this glowing thing on my chest connected to my heart to keep me alive. We all have our stuff. She made me see things too-" Steve shook his head, "This vision… it broke me."
He tried his hardest not to start crying in front of another avenger, but he and Tony always seemed to be closer than the others. Steve felt the heat of tears rolling down his face. He wiped them off as soon as they appeared.
Tony sighed and walked over to sit next to him and put an arm around his waist, "Hey, hey..."
Steve pushed him off at first, "Don't." Tony pulled him into a hug, "Come here, Cap." He went limp and let Tony hug him. The tears flooded Steve's eyes and he began sobbing quietly into his shoulder. This was so embarrassing. He was supposed to be the super soldier with concrete emotions.
After a minute of his break down, Tony pulled back and looked at his red and blotchy face, "Are you ready to talk about it?"
Steve stared at his feet and nodded, "I guess."
"I've never seen you like this before." said Tony, concerned, "It's okay though. This is a non-judgement zone."
"Remember what Natasha told you about before? How I had to fight my friend?" "Yes."
"I've been messed up ever since." said Steve, "He was my everything. Then I thought he was dead and I felt responsible. Then he wasn't dead and tried to kill me. It was too much."
Tony nodded, listening intently.
"I haven't been sleeping recently,"continued Steve, "because every time I start to doze off I seem to see his angry face screaming and running toward me. I see the hate and anger in his eyes as he fights me. Either that or I see him fall off the train and scream for my help. I can't stop dreaming about him."
"You saw him in your vision?" asked Tony.
"Yes, but we were….dancing." Steve said, stifling more tears, "We were at the old hall from when we were in Brooklyn and we're wearing our military uniforms. Buck was telling me about how excited he was that the war was over. He was smiling and joking with me again. We were the only ones in the entire dance hall-" He struggled with the rest of his words. He knew what Tony had said about not judging him but couldn't help but hold back from telling him everything.
"And?" Tony urged. Steve sighed, feeling like a complete teenage girl, "Bucky...kissed me and held my hand up to look at our engagement rings. He said I was going to make him the luckiest man alive and he couldn't wait to build our lives together."
Tony sat back slowly and nodded, "Oh. When you said he was your everything, you meant...you were in love with him?"
Steve covered his face with his hands, "Please don't share that with the team."
"Of Course not, I told you I wasn't going to judge and I am not. This doesn't leave the barn. But Steve, at least you got to see what you truly desired not what you were truly scared of." he offered, patting his shoulder.
Steve uncovered his face and shook his head, "She tormented me with that vision, Tony. It was all we wanted back then but we never said it. I tried to get over him. I tried to get girls in my life, but no one compares to him. We knew each other our whole lives. God, I feel so ridiculous."
Tony sighed, "You are not ridiculous. Love is something you can't control and you two were just victims of your time. You couldn't express anything like that in the 40s. Don't feel guilty."
Natasha came jogging into the barn, "Hey guys." They both sat up straight and turned their attention to her. "So Laura made dinner. There is enough for everyone. It's meat and potatoes!" she said.
"Sounds great, let's go." Tony said cheerily, patting Cap on the back. Steve gave a weak smile and they all walked back to the house to enjoy their first home cooked meal in a long time. The team ate together and spoke with Fury more about their gameplan.
As it got dark, the team split off into different rooms to go to sleep.
Tony offered to sleep on the couch in the living room but he couldn't. He lie awake, staring at the ceiling thinking about what Steve had said and stressing about his own vision. (Everyone was dead and it was all Anthony's fault.)
Steve stayed up in the kitchen booth, reading the only novel he recognized from Clint's bookshelf. He was tired, but the flashes of memories prevented him from really feeling it.
The night was so quiet outside in the country. The only thing that could be heard was the chirping crickets outside.
Tony approached him with a knitted blanket around his shoulders, "Can't sleep still huh?"
Steve looked up from his book, "I told you I haven't been."
"Want to step out on the back porch with me for a minute?" Tony asked.
"Sure, for what?" he closed his book and put it on the table.
Tony smiled, "Uh, if I am honest….the only thing that helps me sleep now is a joint. So I'm uh...going to smoke it." He pulled out a little joint from his pocket.
Shaking his head, Steve reluctantly agreed, following him out to the two rocking chairs on the back porch. The moon was big and beautiful that night. All the stars in the sky could be seen due to lack of city lights.
Tony admired the stars with wide eyes as he put the joint in his mouth and lit it.
"This place is beautiful." commented Steve who was also staring out at the night sky.
"Yeah," inhaled Tony, "Clint really has himself a nice little nest egg here doesn't he? This is the kind of life I thought I wanted when my dad died. I thought I was going to do everything he didn't but now I have multiple houses, all of them in booming cities and I'm still not happy." He laughed at the end of his statement bitterly. This triggered a coughing fit he fought to suppress.
Steve looked over his face, "Well you and Pepper could still do it. You could buy a place like this that you hire someone else to fix up and have some kids-"
"Whoah whoah whoah. I never said I wanted kids." laughed Tony. His face fell as he dragged his raw cone, "Besides, me and Pepper uh….we are taking a break for the moment."
"You split up?" Steve said, turning his gaze from the sky.
Tony shrugged, "I guess? It wasn't really up to me. She just...hasn't been happy for a long time." Steve tilted his head and sighed, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"It's okay. If I was her I would dump me too. She was almost turned into a human bomb 2 Christmases ago, that is reason enough right there." he joked.
Steve leaned over and patted his shoulder, "Hey." he said. As if to stay "You can stop joking.".
Tony shook his head, "I know. I'll be fine. I have bigger things on my mind anyway and that is partially why she dumped me too. I am not emotionally involved enough. Loving me is dangerous. Always will be."
He finally met Cap's gaze. Steve could see Stark's eyes glaze over and wondered if he was stoned or just really sad. Tony took another long drag of his joint and smirked, "You and I are just in a small broken hearts club, Rogers."
A moment of silence fell between them. The heroes listened to the simplicity of the crickets and admired the farm lit by only moonlight. Tony finished his joint and snubbed it on his shoe.
"I'm sorry," Cap broke the silence, "about what I said to you earlier."
"What you said?" Tony asked.
"I'm sorry I accused you of creating Ultron because you were careless." he elaborated, "I know you didn't mean to and I understand your guilt you feel now even though it wasn't your fault."
This made Tony give him a side smile, "You don't have to apologize."
"No, I was wrong. I felt the same way as you do. I should have been more sympathetic. It can't be easy to be expected to have all the answers all the time." said Steve.
Tony looked in his eyes deeply. He saw the sincerity in them as well as the vivid icy blue color. Steve really was the kind of guy who wanted to do right by everybody. It made Tony feel a little guilty too.
"I shouldn't have been unsympathetic to your situation like I was at first." admitted Anthony, "My anxiety and my break-up issues did not excuse me being an asshole."
"Isn't being an asshole your thing though?" Steve rused with a smile.
Tony sat back and dropped his jaw, "Steve Rogers, did you just say a naughty language word?"
"Will you cut it out with that?" he laughed in response. "It's already bad from everyone else." They chuckled together, content for a minute.
Tony jumped up with a jolt, "Oh! I almost forgot to fix that tractor. You want to come?"
"Can you fix a tractor while you are stoned?" asked Steve, raising one eyebrow.
"Honey, I can do anything when I'm stoned." Tony said with a girly tone. He chuckled and followed him down into the barn. They turned on the low oil lamp (that must have been there since the 1800s) and Steve held it over the tractor while Tony worked with the tools.
After he finished, Tony went to the outdoor sink and washed his hands vigorously of auto grease. "And that is how you do it." He looked at his watch, "Hmm only took me half an hour longer than normal."
Steve hung the oil lamp on the nearby hook, "Are you ready to sleep now?"
Tony wrapped his knitted blanket back around his own shoulders, "I tell ya what, come with me in the living room. The couch actually pulls out to a king bed and I'll try and sleep if you do."
Steve stared at him in the dim light of the lamp. Was he suggesting they share a bed together? He was a little confused by the gesture, "Um-"
Tony put his hands up defensively, "We are both tired and haven't been able to shut off. Let's just try together to actually get some sleep. If we honestly can't, then at least we have one another to talk to." It seemed like a good idea. Steve nodded and turned off the oil lamp.
They started back out of the barn. "Did you have a lamp like that when you were a kid?" asked Anthony in his token snarky tone.
Steve shoved his shoulder and smiled, "Oh shut up." Tony chuckled a lot harder than normal due to the THC in his system. He loved getting a rise out of Captain America.
They went to the living room and expanded the bed. Tony took off his jeans, leaving on his boxers and shirt, then laid down in the bed with a plop. "Oooh." he groaned, "This may be the comfiest couch bed I have ever been on."
Steve slipped off his t-shirt to expose his perfectly sculpted chest. Tony felt a twinge in his boxers. Oh FUCK not now. He clambered to grab his thick knitted blanket from the floor and draped it over himself.
Steve then undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants. He was wearing tight boxer briefs that showed off his thick muscular thighs, toned round ass, and a seemingly large penis. By the time he stepped out of his pants he realized Tony was staring.
"Sorry, is this okay? This is how I sleep." asked Steve, gesturing at his body.
"It's fine. Feeling a little small compared to your XL super serum muscles, that's all." said Tony.
Steve crawled into the bed on Tony's right, first getting on his knees to drape his blanket over his side of the bed. Tony's eyes averted to that beautiful round ass pointing at his face. It was pretty hard to miss.
Pepper and Tony had been split up for the past couple months so he hadn't had sex in a very long time...for him. Back when he was whoring around on business trips he used to get 5 different girls (or boys) in a weekend. He went from that to a strict loving relationship to nothing at all. Anthony was just feeling a little bit of withdrawal, nothing more. At least that is what he told himself.
The bulge in Tony's boxers became more prominent, so he had to cup himself with both hands to prevent Steve from noticing. "Goodnight Rogers." he said softly.
Steve rolled onto his right side facing away from Tony, "Night."
Tony closed his eyes and willed it away. "C'mon," he thought, "go down. I'm so stupid for smoking weed tonight, that shit gets me right up. You should have known better."
Steve sighed deeply and curved his body a bit. His perfect ass backed up a little more toward Tony.
He stared hungrily at him in the moonlight, "The things I would do to him…" he thought, then, "NO! Stoppit, Tony. He is your friend and you are just vulnerable from the current state of things and you are sex deprived and stoned. You just need to get it down."
They lay there quietly for about an hour. Neither were falling asleep. Steve huffed and rolled over to face him, "You down yet?" he whispered.
Tony was still cupping himself under his blanket but his dick was finally getting soft, "Nope I got nothing."
Steve propped himself up on his elbows which made his pecs and abs glisten in the moonlight from the window. That made Tony's dick go right back up again. He was so God-damn beautiful. Cap scooted back and sat up against the back of the couch, "I would say let's watch TV but apparently Clint doesn't have one."
Tony lay stiff, staring at the ceiling, "It's okay." Steve studied his face, "I thought smoking helps you sleep."
"Under normal circumstances, yes. Right now with a crazy robot trying to destroy humanity, I'm having issues." he replied, trying not to look at him.
"Is that all? Are you having flashes too?" asked Steve, concerned by his stiffness. Anthony looked away, the blanket was pulled up to his chin, "Yeah something like that."
Steve stretched and yawned, "This is so stupid. I really am tired. I feel it." Tony nodded, "Me too."
"We could go...chop all the rest of Clint's wood. That might make us tired enough to sleep." suggested Steve. "I'll give you some wood." Tony thought, then mentally slapped himself.
"I couldn't do that again today. I think I hurt my shoulder earlier." said Tony.
Steve rubbed his right shoulder for him, "This one?" That sent chills through his entire body. Laughing uncomfortably, Tony scooted away and sat up with him, "No, my left. I will be okay."
Steve raised an eyebrow at him. He was being really jumpy all of a sudden. "What?" Tony demanded.
"Maybe I should go sleep somewhere else. Perhaps being alone in the silence is what we need." he offered. Tony sank a bit, "Do whatever you need to do."
Steve shrugged and leaned over to hug him. He immediately jolted backward, "What're you doing?"
"I'm giving you a hug." said Steve confusingly with his arms extended toward him. "What for?" said Tony accusingly. "I'm saying goodnight. What's the problem?" asked Steve.
"No problem," Tony laughed nervously, clutching the blanket, "you just, uh, took me by surprise is all."
Steve eyes darted down to his blanket then back up at him again. He was slowly figuring it out. Then it hit him, finally. "It's okay, Tony." he smiled, "It happens to all of us late at night or early in the morning. We are both guys here. It's fine."
Tony's stomach was tied in knots. He was so embarrassed. "What are you talking about?" he scoffed at Cap. "Oh c'mon, I know you're hard under there. Nothing to be ashamed of." said Steve pointing at his blanket, "I can go so you can...do your thing."
He started to get out of the bed. "Wait." squeaked out Tony, closing his eyes. This made Steve stop and turn to look back at him. "Maybe….you could….help?" asked Tony slowly, opening his eyes after the last word.
Steve went stiff, looking a little confused but still with his normal sympathetic expression, "Excuse me?"
Tony rubbed the back of his head nervously. Why the hell did he just say that. He probably just scared the shit out of him. "Fuck, way to go." he thought to himself while panicking, "Just tell him you were kidding."
"Oh c'mon, Rogers I am just messing with you. Lighten up." lied Tony. "You're such a comedian tonight it seems." said Steve, squinting at him.
"You've never seen me high before." Tony said quickly, trying to defuse the situation.
"Oh it's the dope huh?" inquired Steve, "Cut it out, Tony." That was his friend, he knew when Anthony was trying to tell him what he wanted to hear to avert the conversation.
Tony shrugged, "It wasn't a very funny joke, I'll give you that." Steve crawled toward him, "How would I help anyway?" Tony furrowed his brow and straightened his seated position. He didn't know if he was being serious or getting him back.
"W-what?" Tony whispered. "How would…"Steve crawled closer so he was just about hovering over him on his hands and knees, "I help? How would you want me to help?"
Cap looked down at his shocked face and examined him. He was feeling restless and maybe this is what he needed all along. Steve had just been worried about the things he had done wrong, never thinking about what he could do to make himself feel better.
Tony shuddered as he felt Cap's breath on his face. He chuckled awkwardly a little, "Okay Steve, you made your point. I won't joke like that anymore."
"No no no," Steve said smoothly, "you wanted to ask for my help. You got it, just tell me how I can." Very slowly he was leaning into Anthony's face. His eyes kept darting down to his lips. "Tell me what to do." said Steve low and hungry.
Tony really loved to take charge in times like these. He loved when people begged for his instruction. This was all weird and sudden though. He didn't know if he could just go with it and show that side of himself to his friend. Tony just held his hands up defensively as if to say he wasn't going to make a move.
"I have to do everything?" huffed Steve. He wasn't very experienced and he hadn't had sex in almost a hundred years. "Are you sure this is what you want?" asked Tony. Steve drew back the blanket off of his lap to expose his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
"It's what we both want." said Steve, running his hand over Anthony's thigh toward his dick.
Tony hissed and grabbed both sides of his face for a deep and feverish kiss. Their tongues wrestled together. Steve started to rub against his cloth covered cock while they kissed. This made Tony moan into his mouth and run his hands through Steve's hair.
They pulled back for air. Steve straddled Tony and dipped his hand into his boxers, "Now if we are going to do this…" Tony inhaled sharply when he felt his dick being stroked and stared at the incredible sexy specimen before him. He moaned softly. Steve covered his mouth, "You need to be quiet."
Tony slipped off his own shirt, "Sorry," he whispered, "I thought you wanted to be told what to do, not me." Steve smiled and dipped down to kiss his neck while he jerked off Tony. The quiet sighs and groans from Anthony's lips were so delicious. It was making Cap painfully hard as well while he kissed him and touched him. He mindlessly was grinding his erection against Tony's leg, which he didn't mind.
Steve squeaked in surprise when he felt Tony's hands cup his ass and squeeze. He began speeding up the rhythm of his hand. Tony thrusted against his hand while plunging his tongue deep into his mouth. It was sending electric waves through his whole body. With a gasp, he exploded all over his own chest and Steve's hand. He was lying on his back by now panting. Steve got up and grabbed tissue to wipe them both off.
Tony smiled at him when he came back and sat at his side of the bed. "That was amazing, Rogers. Truly."
Steve shrugged, "Thanks?" Tony jolted up and scooted up behind him to rest his chin on Cap's shoulder. He looked down and noticed the gigantic hard on Steve was harboring in his boxer briefs.
Anthony ran his hand down that chiseled chest to his cock and held it. "Mmm," Tony moaned in his ear. Steve hissed. "Seems like it's your turn to receive help huh?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down his silky cloth covered shaft.
"Sure." Steve managed to stutter out.
Tony hopped out of bed and got down on his knees in front of him. He pushed Steve lightly to lay back. Steve was getting nervous, "Wait, Tony I've never-" "Shh." Tony whispered, slipping his friend's underwear down to his ankles, "It doesn't matter."
Steve closed his eyes and clutched the sheets as Tony gave him no warning and dropped his mouth onto his cock. He began stroking and sucking in an expert fashion. With his free hand he reached up to play with Steve's nipple. Steve didn't realize how much he would enjoy something like this. He also didn't realize Tony was going to be so good at it.
It was really difficult to hold back from thrusting into his mouth. The friction on his cock was driving Steve crazy as well as the tingling sensation of having his nipples flicked. Tony stared up at him the whole time, drinking him in. He reached his free hand all the way up Steve's chest to his throat.
Tony's fingertips danced near his face. Steve leaned his head up and kissed his hand. He looked down at Tony watching him lustfully, so he decided to do something he saw in a recent movie. Steve sucked on his fingers which made Tony's eyes darken. He moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him.
"God, Tony…." moaned Steve breathily, "I'm going to-" He kept sucking. Steve tapped his shoulder, "Um….T-Tony?"
Tony wasn't stopping. He brought both hands down to hold his cock steady while he sucked faster. "Unnghh!" Steve groaned softly, releasing into Tony's mouth and down his throat. He swallowed it quickly without even flinching. The only thing that could be heard was their soft pants. Tony wiped his mouth and pulled Cap's underwear up for him.
Tony loomed over his heated exquisite body, kissing his stomach up to his chest to his throat.
"Wow…"breathed Steve, "you are….really um...skilled at that." That made Tony smile. His word choices were so odd sometimes when he didn't know how to express himself.
Anthony laid down next to him on his side and stroked his chest with one hand. "Thank you...you are so….hot, Steve. Do you even understand how beautiful you are?" he said, staring at that glorious six pack again.
"Is that what you say to all your suitors?" mumbled Steve, still trying to come down from his cloud.
"No I usually say 'That was great get out please.'" giggled Tony. Steve shook his head. "I really think you are gorgeous." Tony said seriously. He blushed in response.
"I'm going to brush my teeth. You've finally exhausted me enough to sleep, Rogers." said Tony, getting up and putting his shirt back on. "Same." mumbled Steve, adjusting himself to the left side of the bed.
Anthony went to brush his teeth and by the time he got back, Steve was asleep.
His angelic face was even prettier when he slept. Tony crawled into bed next to him and drifted off as well. They finally got the rest they needed