Title: Silk

Pairing: StarkSpangledBanner

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel. I just play in their sandbox.

Warnings: None

Prompt: ShadowHaloedAngel looooooooooooooooooooooves meeeeeeeeeee.

Silk

"Steve, I'm telling you, they're silk." Cap sighed, looking up from his tablet to face merry brown eyes, flecked with brilliant green. Bruce must have just gotten up and showered, because his normally wavy black hair was still damp, and he was in his favorite green slippers, comfortable sweats hanging off his hips and one of Tony's purloined suit shirts half-open. Steve just shook his head, hiding a smile.

"Bruce, God help me, we are not sneaking into Tony's bedroom."

"It's not sneaking when you're sleeping with him."

"No."

"Please? I want to see if Pepper was telling the truth."

"Ask Jarvis."

"He won't tell us. Clint made sure of that."

"Ask Pepper then."

"I'm terrified of her." Steve raised an eyebrow at him, and Bruce sighed. "Please? It's just one of those things." The captain groaned a little, rubbing blue, blue eyes.

"Bruce, why don't you just ask Tony? You know we all need a little space now and then. Sometimes it's your lab, my gym, his workshop...and sometimes it's a bedroom." Bruce gave him a look, one that Steve gave right back.

"I've seen you sleep in the gym."

"And I've picked you up off the floor of your lab." Bruce's lips twitched, and Steve just gazed up at him mildly.

"...if you go with me now, I'll never ask again." Steve sighed, rolling his eyes, and Bruce just grinned, wide and unashamed, grabbing his hand and dragging the soldier up to the master of the Tower's room. Steve always forgot how strong Bruce really was, but the vibrancy in his actions made him relax a little. It was...well, beyond rare to see the doctor do anything that even so much as hinted at breaking the rules, but in the last year of living with the Avengers, Dr. Banner had clearly gained a measure of his broken self-confidence back...and Steve didn't mind getting yelled at from time to time if it meant that the smile that was so seldom on his lips became a little more permanent.

The same went for Tony, too, and Steve let a little bit of a grin flash across his face at the thought of the engineer discovering that someone was actually following up on Pepper's off-hand comment...until it stilled.

"Bruce, what about...?" There was a faint sigh over the speakers, and Jarvis's droll, calm voice nearly made them both jump.

"Neither of you are the first to wish to access Sir's bedchambers, but of the members of the Initiative, you are the only ones with access. I may not restrict you in any way, under threat of listening to ABBA constantly for the next twenty years." Bruce stifled a slightly manic giggle, and Steve just sighed.

"Jarvis, I promise you that we won't let you listen to...whatever it is for twenty years." The computer's voice was pained in reply.

"I do hope not, Captain Rogers; I have no desire to store 'Dancing Queen' in my memory banks." Bruce flashed him a smile, and Steve groaned.

"Fine~ But you get to explain to Tony why we're in here-wow." The door opened to reveal a handsome room, all soft cream and dark wood, with an amazingly soft-looking bed on the far wall, facing the city skyline. Bruce slipped silently across the carpet, followed closely by a nervous Steve, and with a grin, slipped his hand under the covers...eyes rolling back.

"Oh my god, Steve, feel these!" Nervous, afraid to snag the threads with his rough skin, Steve tentatively touched his hand to the soft tan sheet...and snatched it back. It was so soft, so smooth...and he swallowed, more nervous than before. There was such a temptation here...and Bruce gleefully sliding onto them didn't help.

"Bruce!" He hissed, trying to keep himself under control. "Let's go, you were right..." The scientist grinned wickedly and laid back, shirt riding up and pants slipping down, and Steve felt his mouth go dry. "Bruce..."

"Come lay with me, Steve." The soldier stared, and realized he was moving towards the handsome man on the bed far faster than he might have anticipated...and then Bruce's hands were in his hair, his lips ghosting hotly over Steve's, and that sweet, cool silk was touching every inch of his exposed skin...

"Well, you two are certainly a sight." Tony's voice drawled out, and Steve froze, blue eyes glancing over at the door, the engineer looking positively dangerous in a handsome suit and sunglasses, the later of which he was peering over, a smirk on his face. Tony just grinned at his reaction, and shut the door.

"Now...let me show you how it's done..."

This is the best piece of writing I've done in two weeks. Enjoy.