Steve scrunched his nose up against Tony's neck.

'Tony.' He murmured.

'Yes Steve?' Tony asked, and Steve knew by his voice that Tony was smiling.

'Tell me.'

'No.'

'Please…' Steve dragged out the vowels, making Tony laugh.

'Who knew? Captain America's weakness… Surprises!' Tony started laughing again.

They were curled up on the couch in the living room. Tony had invited everybody over for a night together, and after five arguments, two pillowfights, and one nearly fight (between Tony and Clint) they all agreed on a film.

Steve had sat opened mouthed during the debate of what to watch, his face changing in expression depending on what film title was mentioned, trying to link any of these films with the plays he used to see at the theatre. When they had put the film on, he gave it his full attention, slipping every now and again when Tony would kiss him or play with his hand.

Tony wouldn't ever admit it, but he loved it. Being sat with the very few people around him that he trusted, doing something that wasn't saving the world, or beating a bad guy, something normal. In his opinion, the Avengers didn't get enough time to unwind together. Clint was always being shipped off to Africa or England or Russia on some top secret mission, Natasha was normally busy pretending to be an assistant for a potential threat to the team (always in a disguise that even the team can't figure out it's her), Bruce was constantly in his house, only coming out every now and again when he had spent hours convincing himself he wouldn't Hulk out and hurt someone, and Thor was still in Asgard.

Nights free were rare, nights free that every other member of the team had free? Once in a blue moon.

So Tony loved nights like this. Where they were all together and just doing something that made them all argue and fall out and know more about each other more and more. During the film, Tony would get bored when he knew a boring part was coming up, and his mind would drift to Steve, and how much Steve had changed now.

Although making Steve actually admit his feelings for Tony was easy, trying to convince Steve it was okay to be together in public was ridiculous. Even nights like this were an issue, because Steve thinks that everybody would be disgusted, and they would blame him for their relationship, and they wouldn't want to be around Steve anymore.

Which made Tony want to prove him wrong.

So, every so often, Tony would do something to Steve; kiss his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth, play with his hand, just small things. Steve would tear his eyes away from the film to frown deeply at whatever Tony was doing, subtly look round at the others to see their reaction, and when he was reassured the team didn't care, he'd give all his attention back to the film, with a little smile upon his face which Steve thought nobody saw. Of course, Tony did. And it turn would make Tony smile. Steve could ignore Tony for as long as he wanted and pretend he didn't want Tony to touch him, but Tony knew Steve loved Tony's hands on his body.

Yes, Tony loved nights like this.

Clint was sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, head resting on his hands, blocking out everything that wasn't the film. Natasha was leaning against him, half watching the film, half thinking of new ways she could tie people up, and maybe, just maybe, thinking about Clint.

Bruce was sat on the floor, one leg straight out, the other half bent and resting on the other. He was leant against the couch, and his head was leant back against the cushion of the couch, sound asleep. Whenever he snored, Clint would snap his head down to look at Bruce, narrowing his eyes and debating what he could do that wouldn't end up with Bruce Hulking out and squishing him. In the end, Clint would gently push Bruce's jaw up so his mouth was closed, only for it to go back to how it was straight away. Not that Clint noticed. He had gone back to the film.

When the film had finished, nobody had moved. Nobody wanted to. So Tony-well, Tony made Jarvis-turn off the film and play some music quietly. It was nice, it was relaxing, and it was definitely not what they were used to doing around each other.

But it worked, just like they all did.

Clint was laid out on the couch now, Natasha laid next to him, and they were talking about some mission (No matter what Tony said, they never spoke about Budapest).

Bruce was still asleep, his head still on the couch, which Natasha and Clint were very careful not to accidentally kick with their feet.

Tony and Steve were on the other couch. Tony was playing with Steve's hand again while Steve was facing Tony, his body completely into their conversation, begging him to tell him the surprise.

'Don't be such a bully Stark.' Natasha piped up from her sofa with Clint.

'Finally acknowledging that other people are in the room, Miss Romanoff?' Tony said back calmly.

Natasha pushed herself up from the couch just the slightest bit so Tony could see her face above the cushion that blocked them seeing each other normally. She raised her eyebrow and said 'I could just tell Steve what the surprise is.'

'Natasha knows? Tony…' Steve whined, as Natasha smiled slyly at Tony and slid back down on the couch.

'Steve, it's a surprise. The general idea is you don't. Know. What. It. Is.' Tony said sternly, punctuating the last few words with a full stop.

'Sorry.' Steve mumbled, pulling away and looking down at his hand, which Tony had now stopped playing with. 'I am sorry.' He frowned. 'More popcorn?' Steve stood up quickly.

'Oh Steve, don't-' Tony began quickly.

'I'll be right back.' Steve smiled, moving forward as if he were about to kiss Tony, but then stopped at the last minute, his eyes flickering to the couch Natasha and Clint were on, and walked away to the kitchen.

'Way to go, Stark.' Clint stage-whispered from behind the cushion.

'If your girlfriend had been able to keep her mouth shut-' A piece of popcorn fell into his mouth and his the back of his throat. Tony coughed, giving evils to the cushion between him and Clint.

'Watch what you say, Stark.'

'That a threat, Barton?'

'I'm not threatening you, I'm warning you. Tasha's good with swords… And moving around in the dark.' Clint added the last part on nearly laughing.

'I don't follow… Oh. OH.' Tony stood up and placed his hands in front of his crotch.

'You know, I think I'm going to go help Steve. Might get a bit confused still, bless him, electronics and all…' Tony rambled.

'Smart move.' Natasha pushed herself up again so Tony would see her smile, which he grimaced at and walked off quickly.

As Tony walked into the kitchen, he was glancing around the room for Steve, and he stopped walking when he saw Steve stood in front of the microwave. Biting on his lower lip to hold in the laughter, Tony watched at Steve opened the microwave door, frowned at it, then closed it again. Steve did this a few times before Tony put him out of his misery.

'How do you do that?' Steve asked in wonder when the microwave lit up and worked.

'I press the 'On' button.' Tony tried to keep in his laughter, but he couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Steve looked at Tony and blushed, unsure of what to do. Tony analysed every facial movement and decided Steve was mad at him for laughing.

'Steve! I can't help it, it's just one of them things that makes me love you, and laugh uncontrollably. Steve, please don't be mad or upset or anything apart from happy, not tonight.' Tony stood in front of Steve, the look on his face causing his guilt to triple. 'Steve?' He said, his voice full of guilt.

Steve put his head up a bit, still frowning. 'Yes?'

'I'll make it up to you! I promise, you're just so… Cute when you do stuff like that, and yes it is funny but you're adorable and you're mine so I'm allowed to laugh, right?' Tony smiled at Steve uncertainly.

'I'm… Yours?' Steve questioned.

'Mine.' Tony nodded.

Steve smiled slowly, until Tony thought he couldn't possibly smile any bigger-Oh wait he could.

'I think-' Steve stopped, his face reddening already. 'I like it.'

'Oh do you now?' Tony raised an eyebrow at Steve, smiling at him softly.

'Yes.' Steve swooped down and kissed Tony, then moved down to kiss his neck. 'Yes, I like that a lot.' He smiled against Tony's skin, and Tony shivered.