Dear Pookie


Summary: Steve and Tony exchanging emails during Valentine's Day.


Chapter 1: Dear Pookie

Feb, 14th -7:02am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Dear Pookie,


Dear Pookie,

Your laugh is more delightful than a summer afternoon. From the moment I set eyes on your angelic face, I knew I would love you forever. I can't imagine a world without you. You make me feel like molten desire.

Hubba hubba,

Tony


Chapter 2: Love you too, idiot.

Feb, 14th -7:09am

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : Dear Pookie


Pookie? Really?

I love you too, idiot.

Happy Valentines.

Love,

Steve

*Also – Why are you even awake at 7am? I thought you'd sleep till this afternoon.

You can't keep doing this Tony.


Chapter 3: Forever Yours

Feb, 14th -7:14am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Dear Pookie


Firstly- Happy Valentines.

Secondly -

*Idiot! I tell you how I feel about you. How you make me feel. And? Idiot is what I get! You're just lucky I believe in second chances.

To my beloved,

To know you is to love you. Your charm is only outmatched by your perfection. When we are apart, I am lost without hope. I would give up chocolate forever in exchange for five more minutes with you.

Forever yours,

Tony.


Chapter 4: Go back to bed.

Feb, 14th -7:47am

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


Sorry it took so long, I was signing in.

I'd be more inclined to believe your declaration of love if you exchanged chocolate for coffee.

And don't think I didn't notice your subject avoidance- subtle.

You've been awake 30-something hours, you'd only just come to bed when I had to get up...

Tony, you need to sleep.

You're still an idiot.

And I still love you.

Go back to bed.


Chapter 5: Be careful what you ask.

Feb, 14th -8:14am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


My COFFEE?! Are you mad? You must be. I could no more give up coffee than...breathing.

Seriously. It's a necessity to your already questionable sanity.

Think about it this way:

You've seen me after a few hours without coffee... -_-

Me with coffee... o_o

No coffee, period would go a little like this... O_O + crazy explosive engineering stuff

= You... o_O and eventually... x_x

And me... :`( (Which, in case you didn't get, is me bawling my eyes out and drowning in booze.)

I couldn't sleep.

Also - Still with the no appreciation. I'm trying - Feelings aren't exactly my foray.

To the love of my life,

I can't imagine my life without you in it, and I never want to. I am hopelessly distracted by thoughts of you. Your touch makes my pulse accelerate. I promise to love you without interruption, and never to stray. There is absolutely nothing I would not do for you, so be careful what you ask.

With all the love I will ever feel,

Tony


Chapter 6: Stop pouting...it's not helping your case.

Feb, 14th -8:39am

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


That was actually...

That was...

I was just joking - you know that, right?

I seriously do love you too.

A lot.

I still can't believe that this stupid conference had to be today of all days - I mean, it Valentines day!

I am really sorry, I know you had plans... no, you didn't sneak those by me.

You also didn't sneak anything else by me... like that line in the last email.

You couldn't sleep.

I'm assuming it's just the usual overwhelming sense of 'too much'.
Sorry love, I should have seen it. I'll help you turn off tonight.

Also- thank-you for protecting my sanity with your continued consumption of caffeine. Although - You are adorable when you're coffee deprived... all sleepy eyes and clingy hands, and you mumble.

Just saying.

Stop pouting...it's not helping your case.

*And if you are an idiot (which you are) you're my idiot.


Chapter 7: Butterfly kisses, Tony

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


I was not pouting.

I don't pout.

I'm not pouting.

Also - genius remember. Therefore not idiot.

My plans were awesome. No use crying over spilt milk, though SHIELD holding their mandatory sexual harassment conference on Valentine 's Day still cracks me up. Besides, I know I wasn't the only one with plans.

I'm gonna hold you to yours.

And hello - Valentine's Day... there will be no turning off of any kind tonight. Turning on only, please. Lots of turning on.

I know you were joking. But you can tell me again. Please.

Here - another effort.

To my main squeeze,

A thousand painters could not capture your beauty. You are a work of art to behold. Your face could launch 1,000 ships. Oh, my heart! I feel tingly and giddy at the mention of your lovely name. My passionate, lovesick heart!

Butterfly kisses,
Tony


Chapter 8: Ugh, paperwork

Feb, 14th -9:41am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


Haven't heard back from you, so you must be busy copping a feel.

I'm re-calibrating the suits biorhythm, pulling the schematics from the quinjet, stress testing Tasha's new body armour and ugh, paperwork.

I'm bored.

Dear Sugar Plum

The stars are jealous of your famous sparkle. Your hair glistens like fresh morning dew. I am awash in the great ocean of your love. I love you more than the mountaintops love the horizon. You turn me into a silly schoolboy.

Hugs and kisses times infinity,
Tony


Chapter 9: Mon Petit Cabbage

Feb, 14th -10:41am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Dear Pookie


Still no reply. The love is waning.

No, being a responsible adult and listening to your lecture is not an excuse for ignoring your bored, bored, bored, bored lover.

It's not.

No, not even if you're Captain America.

Its Valentine's Day Steve. Valentine's Day! Even you can be forgiven for showing your poor deprived housebound lover some attention.

If you don't reply before midday, I'm going to have to invite some of your attention... I'm thinking skywriting... maybe something as follows.

Mon petit cabbage,

Your laugh is like a chorus of angels. You move with the elegance of a soft summer cloud. You are more fragrant than a field of wildflowers. When we are apart, the color is gone from the world. If you were an animal, you'd be a blue whale because they have the largest heart of any living creature.

Lovesick and dizzy with anticipation,
Tony


Chapter 10: You have been warned.

Feb, 14th -11:26am

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Mon Petit Cabbage


Changed the subject line because My Little Cabbage is much better than Pookie.

The skywriter wants to charge $15 000 due to the last minute nature and the extent of the request.

I thought it was reasonable, so I gave him my platinum card.

You have been warned.

Changed my mind about the message though,

Captain of my heart,

The bounds of my love no know bounds and the limits are limitless. You are simply luminous; a god among men. Your hair is softer than a thousand bunnies. Everything you do is the most perfect thing that has ever been done. Your voice is sweeter than caramel. I want to hug you like a plush hippo.

Your Ironhearted love,

Tony


Chapter 11: Don't You Dare

Feb, 14th -11:58am

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : Don't you dare.


Don't you dare.


Chapter 13: I Was Only Joking

Feb, 14th -12:31pm

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Don't You Dare


Steve?

Um, you know I was only joking this time, right?

I love you.


Chapter 14: I didn't mean it.

Feb, 14th -12:42pm

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: Don't You Dare


I'm sorry.

I'm not good at this. At knowing where lines are.

I didn't mean it.

I love you.


Chapter 15: I'm going to love you, Tony Stark.

Feb, 14th -12:56pm

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : You're my idiot.


I'm writing this under the table, and my fingers are too big for the screen. You'd think my lover wold do something about that.

If you'd stop emailing me every 10 minutes, I'd be able to finish this and send it. I know you were joking. I know. Just stop.

I'm going to punish you accordingly if I get caught.

I love you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Also - I'm not your main squeeze... I'd better be your only squeeze.

Turn you on?

Oh, I'm going to turn you on all right.

You better make sure you're not wearing anything you can't bear to part with...because I plan to rip it off. And when you're down to just warm skin, I'm going to make it hot. I'm going to kiss you, if you haven't already beaten me to the punch (patience not being your strongest virtue).

But I'm not just going to kiss you - I'm going to make you breathless and weak at the knees. I'm going to dominate you with just my lips on yours. I'm going to break you down, so I can lift you up.

And I will, clear off the ground, as if you weight nothing, because to me, you might as well not. You'll have no choice but to wrap yourself around me, to put yourself at the mercy of my will, to surrender to my strength.

And you will. Because I love you and you me. And more than love, there is trust.

You trust that I will keep you, all of you, mind and body, safe.

And you're right in that trust, because I cherish you. Your mind, your love, your body.

I adore you.

Every frustrating, heartbreaking, aggravating, inexplicable, exasperating, glorious moment of every day.

That's when I adore you.

And tonight?

Tonight I'm going to worship you.

Every inch of that gorgeous body, splayed out and vulnerable beneath mine. Golden ivory skin, flushed to the eye, and heated to the tongue, smooth and soft over angles and plains, beneath shadow and curve.

I'm going to map every contour and valley, every mark, every freckle. I'm going to find every one of those places that makes you sigh. Touch every spot that makes you wet your lips. Rake fingers and tongue where they make you giggle and over those areas that make you writhe. I'm going to re-learn everything that makes you whimper and that thing that makes you arch up against me and moan. I want to know what makes you scream and I'm going to make you cry in such pleasure that it might very well be pain under a different name.

I'm going to know you.

I'm going to love you, Tony Stark.


Chapter 16: I don't say it enough.

Feb, 14th -1:15pm

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: You're my idiot


I think you broke me.

I am so - god.

Can you come home now?

Please.

I can't even.

I just.

Love you.

I don't say it enough. Without cracking jokes and trivializing it anyway.

So... I love you.

I don't know how it happened, and I sure as hell don't know why. I'm not very good at showing it and you deserve- ah, I'm not allowed to say that, sorry. My lover gets mad.

So no more jokes (I've been using the email's auto-compose by the way...)

I just love you.

Simple as that.

Also.

Love that Captain America is basically sexting his lover under the table at a sexual harassment conference.


Chapter 17: Did you program this?

Feb, 14th -2:15pm

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : You're my idiot.


I had a go at the auto-compose thing...

Tony, did you program this?


Chapter 18: Tell me, tell me, tell me!

Feb, 14th -2:22pm

From: Tony Stark

To: Steve Rogers

Subject : Re: You're my idiot


No, Why?

What's it say? I bet it's awful. I mean - a plush hippo?

Come on - tell me?

Tell me!

Tell me, tell me, tell me!

Please.


Chapter 19: And just because?

Feb, 14th -3:02pm

From: Steve Rogers

To: Tony Stark

Subject : You're my idiot.


Only because you beg so nicely:

To my beloved,

You are divinely unique, and whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I love you. Your style is more memorable than the Grand Canyon. You make me feel as though I could fly. Your intelligence and brilliant wit bring me to my knees. Your bravery and sacrifice make me love you more than words can say. Your inner light could illuminate the darkest night. The warmth of your love could protect me from the harshest winter. You are my hero.

With all my heart and mind and soul and dreams,

Steve

Also- I'm on my way home.

And just because?

I love you.


A/N. Read? Review?

Okay, so this morning I'm checking my emails - and yeah...Auto-compose Valentine messages...several verbatim as above :)

The last one that Steve sends Tony is literally what I auto-composed. Freaky.
Couldn't resist.

Happy V-day all!