AN: I wrote this when I saw a picture drawn by the tumblr user Sekra.

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Enjoy! :)

Counter kick. Dodge punch. Kick ribs, retreat leg. Take stance. Deflect laser. Wait, laser?

"That's a penalty, Stark! No lasers allowed," Steve frowned.

Tony and him have been practicing once a week. A couple months ago, Tony had gotten himself in a bad situation where his suit was powerless and resulted in an injured billionaire. He never had self defense classes in his life, but Natasha had an idea. Tony was not happy about this decision, but the whole team outnumbered his opinion. Steve was his trainer every Tuesday, Clint every Friday. Tony rolled his eyes.

He replied, "Cut me some slack, Capcicle! You kicked me in the ribs, that's a penalty to my beautiful body."

Steve groaned at that nickname and Tony's response. Ribs are the third most damaged bones after a fight, of course he kicked him there. He didn't think his job was going to be hard, he taught a few men how to fight during WWII. Never had he taught a Stark though, and he hoped this would be the last one. He took off his helmet with a sigh. Tony copied his movement and held it on his hip. Steve could tell he was favoring his right leg. Damn, he must've hurt it when they were fighting. He walked to Tony and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I will not cut any slack, but you overall did a good job today, " he said, " Take a shower and ice that leg, we're done for the day."

Tony sighed happily and shook his head saying, "Thanks Steve! Man, I thought you'd never let me off. I'll see you later."

Steve wasn't ready for the hug. He lost his footing and they fell on the floor. With Tony on top of him, Steve slammed into the ground with a groan. He held his pounding head and opened his eyes to face two concerned, blue eyes.

" Dude, you okay? Sorry about that, I guess I got too excited for going back to my lab."

He realized Tony sat up, giving him room to move. He couldn't help, but blush when he took in their positions. Steve stood up quickly, leaving Tony alone on the floor. "Yeah, I'm okay…let's just not do that again."

Tony smirked, causing Steve to blush. Steve looked down at Tony and smiled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an object flying forwards them. He instantly placed his shield in front of him and felt an object smack into it. He looked at his shield, seeing an arrow sticking to it. It looked like the toy arrows Pepper's niece would shoot at their windows. Steve glanced to where the toy came from to see a certain Clint Barton glaring at them and walking away.

Tony raised an eyebrow at the arrow, "What the hell is Legolas up to now? A toy arrow? Is it a Nerf game he wants? I'll give him one. I can have Pepper buy another 20 nerf guns…"

Steve tuned Tony out and saw there was a paper attached to the arrow. He unrolled the message.

Just fucking ask him out. I'll send Thor to do it if you don't. - Clint

Steve looked to where Clint was originally standing. He sighed. He rather not embarrass himself now, but Thor would just made the situation worse. It was now or never.

"…Thor will be on our team, so that's a plus, but Natasha will go with Clint. That'll cost us a few Nerf bullets. Bruce will decline, so we'd outnumber the two love birds. Though Natasha might get Pep-"

"Hey Tony, are you busy tonight?"