Steve slowly made his way into the cold kitchen of what used to be Stark tower. Now that it belonged to the Avengers, Steve only hoped that there wasn't anyone in there so he could be in peace. Steve saw only darkness, taking this as a sign that no one was there. As Steve walked in he sighed in relief. It was hard to get any alone time around here. Someone always had something to say, whether it was about updating him on current events or talking about how to prevent an alien race from taking over.
Steve's super sight allowed him to see quite well in the dark, so he opted to keep the lights off. He made a steaming hot cup of black coffee and sat there alone in the darkness. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, but to Steve it felt like a millennia. He saw, felt, and reacted to time differently than all the others. Sometimes it felt as though time didn't even exist at all.
The cup of coffee was nearly finished when the sound of breaking glass vibrated through the room. Steve jumped up, startled by the sound and got into a defensive stance. Steve listened intensely and frowned when he heard a deep snore coming from the left corner of the kitchen. Steve turned on the lights and found a very unconscious Tony slumped over a chair. Tony had been holding what was now a broken whisky glass. It must have slipped out of his grasp as he fell deeper and deeper into a drunken oblivion. Steve took a deep breath and the whisky that was all over the floor instantly violated his lungs. "Jesus, Tony." Steve whispered. He leaned in close to Tony's chest and heard a low hum. Tony was barely breathing.
"Okay, up we go." Steve grunted and lifted Tony off of the chair and carried Tony to his room. Tony really wasn't that heavy, but the stench of his whisky stained breath was almost too much for Steve to handle. Too be honest, Tony was almost too much for him to handle. It was a fact that Tony really did help Steve out when it came to current technology. Steve would have no clue how to use a smartphone if it wasn't for him. But, Tony's sarcasm and cheap jokes some times threw Steve over the edge. The thought alone of Steve punching Tony square in the face got him a little excited. Steve laid Tony down in his unnecessarily massive bed and kind of tucked him in. "This is ridiculous," Steve said to himself, "why am I playing caregiver for Tony Stark?" Tony made a small animal like sound. Steve got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Steve awoke with a slight headache. He grunted as he sat up in his bed. He was surprised that he had gotten any sleep at all. He looked over at the high tech digital clock beside him. It was 9am, which meant Steve had actually gotten roughly five hours of sleep, a new record. Steve dressed himself in some sweats and a plain white shirt, that was, of course, a size too small. He looked down at his chest and ran a finger over his abs. A shiver ran down his spine. He was still getting used to this statuesque body.
He walked into the kitchen. He could still smell the whiskey from last night's debacle. Steve wrinkled his nose and looked up at an unfazed Natasha. "How's it going Romanoff?" She looked up from her plate of food and smirked at Steve. "Looking good Cap. You look like you actually got some sleep last night." How could she tell? Maybe the circles under his eyes weren't as harsh as usual. "What gave it away?" Steve asked. Natasha's smirk grew as her eyes made their way down his body. Steve followed them as they widened in horror. He made a small, audible gasp as his entire face grew bright red. He had a fucking hard on. Steve immediately turned and left the room, hearing Natasha's cackle fade away. He set a quick pace back to his bedroom, hoping no one would run into him. He turned a corner only a couple of feet from his room only to find a groggy Tony waiting outside of his door. "Shit!" Steve exclaimed under his breath. Before Steve could turn around Tony beckoned him to come closer. Steve shoved his hand in his pocket, hoping to hide the obvious. "Uh, hey Tony." Steve said reluctantly. Tony grunted and opened the door to Steve's room, motioning for him to go inside. Steve followed in behind Tony and took a deep breath.
Tony plopped onto Steve's bed, falling over on impact. "What do you want Stark?" Steve was still aware of the unwanted wood in his sweats, but no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, it wouldn't go away. Tony looked up from the plump pillow beneath his flushed cheeks and smiled innocently at Steve. His eyes were a warm brown and they were full of wonder. "I had a dream about you." Tony whispered. Steve throbbed between his legs. He wondered if his face was the color of ripe strawberries. "What was the dream about?" Steve asked hesitantly. "Well," Tony answered, licking his lips. Steve held his breath. He was fully erect at this point and was hoping to god that Tony wouldn't notice. "You were carrying me," Tony continued, "and you tucked me into bed." Steve burst into laughter. He felt almost giddy with relief. Steve thought that Tony was going to describe some unholy sex dream to him. "That wasn't a dream Tony." Steve said wiping a tear from his eye. Tony stared at him perplexed. "You mean you actually tucked me in last night?" Steve glared at Tony. "Listen, you were piss drunk and you shattered a whiskey glass. You weren't only a hazard to yourself, but to others around you." Tony snorted. "Me, Tony Stark, a hazard to the big, strong Captain America?" Steve's morning wood was finally dying down. "Why are you really in here Tony?" Steve had a feeling there was something more to this visit that Tony wasn't sharing. "You've got that good shit cap, and I want some." For a fraction of a second Steve pictured Tony grabbing him by the arm and – "Did you hear me cap? I really need it right now." Steve looked up at Tony, feeling extremely warm all of a sudden. Usually Steve would deny Tony this type of thing, but for some reason he couldn't today. He reached over to grab the pack of super pain relief pills he kept in his nightstand. They were given to Steve to fight the super migraines he got every once in a while. "Here Stark." He handed the pills to Tony. "You sound kind of breathless cap, are you alright?" Tony went to reach for Steve's shoulder but that would send him over the edge. "You should go now." Steve blurted out. "Thanks for the pills cap," Tony, said as he was walking out. "I owe you."
Steve stood in the shower, letting the hot water poor down his naked body like molten lava. "Well, damn." He said to himself. Steve looked down and noticed the still erect member looking up at him. He wanted to touch himself. He wanted it desperately. The water felt so good and he knew he was about to burst. The problem was he didn't know why. Why was he so horny? Steve could only think of one person and it was making him uncomfortable. Steve leaned his head against the wall, and then his chest. He slowly pressed his penis against wall of the shower and gasped. He moved his body up and down, up and down. It only took a couple of rubs until he couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst and he legs shook beneath him. He let the water run down his body while he thought about what had just happened. All Steve could think of were those big brown eyes.
Steve decided to spend his afternoon hitting a punching bad. The poor bag was falling apart and Steve wanted to ask for a new one. He had been going at it for three hours straight, when Tony walked into the gym. "Hey, Cap!" Tony declared. Steve took a break from his punching and turned to Tony. "What's up Stark?" Tony had something in his right hand. Unfortunately it was in a brown bag, so Steve had no clue what it was. "This is a gift I got to say thanks about this morning…and last night." Steve was actually touched. He had no clue Tony could be so sentimental. "Thanks Tony, I really appreciate it." Steve took the bag from Tony and gave him a small smile. "Oh, you will." Tony winked and walked away. Steve would open his gift later he decided. He wanted to get back to punching.
That night the gang decided that they wanted to go out to eat for dinner. As usual everyone was fighting about where to go. Natasha wanted Indian, Clint wanted sushi, Bruce wanted Mexican, Thor wanted Scandinavian, Tony wanted seafood and Steve didn't care where they went. While the room was filled with arguing Tony came behind Steve and whispered in his ear. "Hey, did you open your present yet?" Steve flinched and turned around. "Jesus, Tony do you have to sneak up on people. No, I haven't opened it yet. I will after dinner." Tony was giving Steve a strange smile, like he knew something Steve didn't. "I think you'll really enjoy it," Tony said with a voice that was almost sensual. This made Steve feel embarrassed, so he turned away from Tony and shouted, "Let's just order pizza!" Everyone went silent and then started to mumble in agreement.
After everyone had finished eating, some of the team decided to watch a movie. Clint and Thor opted out and went their own ways. Natasha suggested they watch 50 Shades of Gray. Steve had no clue what it was about, but everyone was encouraging him that it was worth watching. About twenty minutes into the movie Steve knew this was not the type of movie he wanted to watch. He tried to walk out several times, but was being pulled back by his friends. Steve watched the movie with his hands over his eyes and a bright red face. At first everyone was laughing at him, but after a while the mood started to change. Natasha and Bruce took the couch while Tony and Steve sat on the floor. There was a point where Tony's eyes were glued to the screen, but Steve's weren't. Steve glanced up behind him and saw Natasha and Bruce; he didn't quite know what he was looking at. Their eyes were also glued to the screen, but their bodies showed that they were paying no attention to the movie. Bruce had his arm over Natasha's shoulder and was playing with her ear. Natasha's hand was on Bruce's thigh, stroking it up and down. Steve hurriedly looked away, but was immediately shocked at what he saw on the screen. Why were they watching this together? Steve glanced at Tony and saw that he was biting his lip. This made Steve's heart beat a little faster.
Steve was very warm and decided that he needed to step outside for some air. Tony noticed when Steve got up. "Hey, the movie isn't over yet." Tony was looking at Steve with those big brown eyes and was suddenly aware of the lump in his throat. Steve cleared his throat and looked away. "I need some air." Steve pretended not to notice Natasha locking lips with Bruce.
Steve booked it to his room and made his way to the balcony facing the west. Steve leaned over the railing and took a deep breath. The sun was setting and the sky was filled with a beautiful arrangement of orange and red. "Hey." Steve gasped and turned around. "Tony for the love of god would you please stop doing that!" Tony rubbed the back of his neck and gave a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to frighten you Steve." Steve got a weird feeling in his stomach when Tony said his name. "I just wanted to say sorry for the whole uncomfortable vibe going on back there. I'm the reason we were watching that. I thought it would go nicely with your gift and Natasha agreed that it would be funny." Steve was confused. "Wait, why?" Tony avoided Steve's eyes. "Listen, I wasn't expecting the make out fest." Steve blushed and looked down. "I don't really care about what those two were doing. It was the movie that bothered me." A slight breeze fell over them and Steve suddenly got the chills. He looked up at Tony and was immediately taken aback.
Tony was looking Steve in the eyes, his hair slightly drifting in the wind. The sun hit Tony's eyes in such a way that they appeared to be almost golden. The word usually wouldn't have come to mind in the terms of Tony Stark, but Steve be damned, he was beautiful.
Steve swallowed and then went to go back inside. "I'm going to open your present." Steve stated. Tony had an oddly guilty look on his face. "Listen cap I don't think you should. Matter of fact I'll just take it back." Steve shook his head and grinned at Tony. "No, I don't think so. I was waiting to open this thing all day." Steve grabbed the bag off of his nightstand and mockingly waved it in front of Tony's face. "I wonder what this could be?" Tony groaned and put his hand over his face. Steve chuckled and opened his gift.
"What the hell Tony!" Steve threw the porno magazine at Tony's face. Tony just stood there as the magazine hit his face and fell to the floor. Tony's face was stuck like he was waiting for impact. "What kind of perverted joke is this? And to think, I actually thought you were being sentimental!" Steve felt hot and he could imagine that his face was cherry red. "I thought it would be-" Tony tried to explain himself, but Steve wouldn't let him finish. "Out! Get out! And take that filth with you!" Tony picked up the magazine and walked out of Steve's room.
Steve spent the rest of the night trying to get the image of the naked woman out of his head. How absolutely degrading. Tony was just the type of womanizer that would actually think something like that was a gift. Steve was so mad at Tony that he almost forgot about how he looked on that balcony. Almost.