Painted Iron

Tony woke up and stared at his ceiling for a minute before sitting up. He rubbed his eyes and felt something smear across his face. He blinked, surprised and looked down at his hands. His fingers were painted red and white, alternating fingers, and the backs of his hands and palms were painted blue with white dots everywhere.

Tony frowned then looked down at the rest of himself. He smirked as he saw his whole torso was painted with Stars and Stripes. He tried to wipe some of the paint off, but it wouldn't even smudge. He laughed.

"That's a good one, Steve!" He called out. He heard laughing from the hallway and his door slid open. Tony smiled as the door opened, thinking it would be Steve. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when Pepper appeared in the door.

"Red, white and blue suits you," she said. "Anyway, Nick, Bruce and Thor are here. They want to talk to you about something." Tony swung his feet over the edge of the bed and nodded.

"I'll be down when I'm ready," he said. Pepper rolled her eyes and left. Tony was about to walk into his bathroom when his door opened again. "You could have knocked," he said, annoyed, but smirked at Steve's smiling face. Steve was trying not to laugh.

"If you're going to take a shower, you might as well wait till later. It's not gonna come off for a while," he said. Tony laughed.

"Very funny. I haven't gotten to see myself in a mirror yet, did you get my face too?" he asked.

"What do you think?" Steve said as he walked closer. "I'm lucky you're such a sound sleeper."

"You sure are," said Tony. He smiled. "What spurred this?"

"Oh you know, nothing major. Just your habit of being a dick all the time." Steve's smile grew wider as he spoke.

"Is that so?" Tony grabbed Steve's arm and pulled him closer.

"Absolutely. Along with your arrogance and know it all attitude."

"Oh I didn't know I was that horrible." Tony wrapped his arm around Steve's waist so their chests were pressing together.

"Don't worry, I may have exaggerated a bit. You aren't a know it all, all the time." Tony smiled and pressed their foreheads together.

"Do you think the paint will come off on you?"

"Well we'll just have to see, won't-" Steve was cut off by the sound of the door opening. The two Avengers turned to see who was there, not bothering to pull away from each other. A very embarrassed Bruce stood with one foot on either side of the doorway.

"Oh- ah- I, I'm sorry. I didn't know, um. Just going to tell you to hurry up, Stark. But I guess you're occupied. Um. I'm going to go now, uh, goodbye," he stammered. He stood for a second longer then fled down the hallway. Tony and Steve turned back to each other. Steve had a slight blush on his cheeks and tony chuckled.

"Now where were we?" he asked. Steve smiled and pressed his lips onto Tony's lips. Tony smiled and started to wrap his other arm around Steve's waist when Steve jumped backwards laughing.

"Not this time! I'm not getting semi-permanent paint all over my face!" Tony frowned at Steve but could help but laugh as he stuck his tongue put at the now red, white and blue Avenger. Steve smiled and ran off.

"I'm going to get you back, Steve! You better watch out!" He called after him.

"I doubt you'll think of anything good!" Shouted Steve. Tony smiled as his mind shifted into gear. Oh it was on.