"That is three times you have disobeyed a direct order from me in combat," Steve tells him, voice tight with barely controlled rage. "Stark, you could have gotten yourself killed."
"Oh, so I take a path of my own, and suddenly it's 'Stark', is it?" He quips, tossing a wrench in the air and catching it. He didn't meet Steve's eyes, riffling through a drawer for some unknown tool. "I went my own way. And it worked, didn't it?"
"God damnit, Tony." He hissed, striding over to him and catching his wrist with a grip that Tony knew would leave bruises. "You. Are not. Indispensable." He forced him to look up. "This team needs you."
Tony's gaze soured, and he looked away, jerking his had back to the table. "What about you then," he mocked. "Do you need me?"
He got an answer, but he wasn't sure it was the answer he was looking for, all tongue and teeth and Steve growling threats against his already swollen lips, searching his mouth for some trace of gentility. He didn't find it, and he withdrew from him, breathing ragged, biting his lip so hard it bled. Growing farther away. "I can't take this, Tony, god, I just can't – you know, it's not just me, it's everyone, and you can't just – no, you can't, you have to stop doing this to yourself."
Tony's eyes smoldered with anger. "I can't. Shit, Steve, you know I can't. Don't ask me to. Don't even try."
Whatever he wanted to say was lost, and Steve was pressing him up against the wall by his shirt, raised to eye level, and he really couldn't tell if it was hate or love that drove him when he kissed back, tongues battling for superiority, hands scrabbling up shirts, kindling the fire that had started between them. The heat spread up his legs, coursing through his body until he was crying out, in a hoarse voice, and Steve's fingers were on his hips, blossoming bruises that would last at least a week. Then he was shoving him away, anger overtaking lust in a rare case of purpose. "You can't – I'm not falling for this."
Steve's breathing was ragged, eyelids heavy with desire. "Why not?"
Tony only shook his head, stalking past him, every instinct gunning for him to turn around and rip out his throat. "You can't change me, and I'm not letting you try."
"Tony, I – " But he was gone.
A/N: orz this was a request on my DA (vocaloidifytheworld) I am taking requests, so leave a review with your prompt if you want one. Or just review. BECAUSE I LOVE REVIEWS TO DEATH
And I feel like I shouldn't be asking this on here, but...anyone have a spare invite to AO3? /bricked
