Tony Stark sat in his tower with a bundle of wires on his lap and looked out at the scrawl that was New York. He smiled to himself. There had been no Avengers call outs for over a month now and he was quite happy to sit in his tower playing with all his favourite gadgets, a healthy glass of scotch at his side. The only reason to go out was to attend the many parties and social events that came with being a millionaire socialite. And Tony was good at that.
The doors opened behind him.
'Steve Rogers here to see you, sir', J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice filled the room. Tony smiled, throwing the wires aside dramatically.
'Hey, Cap. Why you calling at this hour?' he said as he walked over to the Captain.
'Do I need a reason to see you?' he smirked teasingly.
'No, it's just you interrupted some quality time with my robots. What does a man have to do around here to be allowed to be alone with his self-constructed friends?' Tony answered back.
'I could go.' Steve asked, actually worried. Tony just rolled his eyes and flopped onto the sofa, Steve was too decent sometimes. 'Actually I was thinking we could celebrate the sudden quiet, it's been a while since we've had some time to ourselves.' Steve said suggestively sitting beside Tony and kissing him softly.
'Really? I've been missing having the builders on speed dial because Banner can't stop turning into a massive green monster and Thor watching endless episodes of America's Next Top Model and-'
'Tony,' Steve tried to start.
'-and random Russian men turning up for Natasha, and Clint, Clint just generally being a smart-arse.' Tony ranted.
'I know it's been tough having them crash at yours, but do you really want to talk about them now?' Steve spoke slowly looking at Tony from under his eyelashes.
'Oh, oh, OH, okay. That's good, that's great. Right here? Because I just got this sofa after Bruce trashed the last one so-'
'Tony, shut up.' Steve interrupted and kissed him arms sliding around Tony's waist. Tony loved Steve like this. Just as he could be so focussed on the Avengers he could also shift his focus onto other things…
'Agent Coulson here to see you, sir' warned J.A.R.V.I.S. a second before the doors whooshed open.
'How does he do that?' muttered Tony sitting up, 'always the worst times.'
Coulson raised his eyebrows briefly at their position on the sofa but then resumed a stony faced expression. Uh-oh thought Tony, this can't be good.
'Stark, you need to come with me.'