Alright so I'm sure some of you are pre-existing readers I collected with my "Stories From Baker Street" arc so you'll probably know how this is going to go. Here we have a random collection of one-shorts, each chapter is a story on it's own although I may often be tempted to do multiple parters or epilogues. If you'd like to make a request just write a review telling me what you'd like and I'll consider it! I love new ideas and I like to make your ideas happen but sometimes I can't write what you have in mind so remember I can only do so much.

With all that being said I hope you all enjoy and that my writing is to your satisfaction!

"This is training time, Tony." Steve reminded the billionaire, casually plucking the very smart smartphone from his grasp. "Not Facebook time."

"I didn't even think you knew what Facebook was." Tony countered, turning to face the super soldier. "I'm impressed." It was somewhere around six o'clock in the morning, Tony had already been up all night working on a new toy of his so he figured he may as well greet stars 'n stripes when he woke for his morning routine in the gym. Of course somewhere between his workshop and the gym he'd gotten the crazy idea into his head that maybe he and Cap could do a little sparring, a suggestion that the super solider took very seriously and very eagerly.

They were both dressed in casual clothes, Tony's stained with oil and grease and Steve's neat and without a wrinkle. It was easy to see the imprint of every serum enhanced muscle under the tight white shirt, but Tony wasn't scared about his chances. In fact he seemed downright cocky.

"Your stance is wrong, Tony." Steve pulled Tony's arms up a bit and shifted his legs over, correcting the man's error.

Like a boy copping a feel while teaching his girlfriend how to shoot pool. Tony thought with a smirk, though he was certain the big guy's mind was focused only on training. That was Captain America for you, all work no play.

"My stance is fine." He insisted. "You're just scared of facing me head on!" He swung his fists around and gave a mocking wink.

"Scared I might break the most expensive man on the planet." Steve smiled a bit, daring to let a bit of humor interrupt the training session.

"Whoa, was that a joke?" Tony laughed. "We really are making progress, soldier!"

"Do you want to spar? Or just gab all day?" Cap managed to tease back, taking his own stance.

"No one says 'gab' anymore, hon." Tony replied with some measure of pity for the elderly man's tortured slang. He didn't get to savor the pity long, however, as a fist flew by his head almost too quick to dodge and it could have knocked him out red, white, and blue if he hadn't dodged in time.

"You start quick!" He noted, falling out of the way of another more blow.

"You talk too much while you fight, it distracts you." Steve easily swung behind Tony and pulled him up, flipping him over and onto his back with an impact that drove the air from his lungs.

"Ah...jeez..." Tony coughed. "Not fair. Let's go another round." He wheezed. Steve offered him a hand up and pulled him to his feet. "You gotta remember I'm playing at half my game here." Tony shrugged. "If I was in my armor you'd be begging for mercy!"

"You're more than your suit, Tony." Steve replied sagely. "Use your other talents, your other skills. I don't doubt you can beat me."

Sure. Tony rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk, boy scout." He teased. "Now let's go again."

WHAM

Tony hit the ground just as hard the second, third, and fourth times, and it was starting to get a little sore.

"Want another go?" Steve asked, offering Tony a hand for the fourth time. Tony pulled himself up, wishing he hadn't picked a day when he'd had zero hours of sleep to spar with macho man.

"Maybe...one more." Tony replied doubtfully, making a mental note to get painkillers as soon as this was done. Cap got back into a fighting stance, ready for action. Tony sank into his a lot more reluctantly.

He's not even using his shield and he's beating my ass. Tony thought angrily. What do I do to get him distracted? He said use my other talents...I can't build anything quick enough to beat him...getting drunk won't help...wait...

Steve rushed forward, a blur of fighting strength. Tony let him come, and as soon as he was close enough he grabbed the super soldier around the waist...

...and then kissed him on the neck.

Steve went bright red, and grew very confused. He lowered his fist and relaxed just long enough for Tony to send a knee into the super soldier's stomach. It didn't cause as much damage as he would have liked but it still gave him the advantage he needed to unbalance Steve and send him falling backwards.

"Need a hand up?" Tony asked, the joy of victory heavy in his voice. Steve shook his head with a chuckle.

"I'll give you that one, Stark." He was still blushing just a bit.

Can't handle a modern man like me. Tony thought with a smirk. "Care to go again?"

"Don't think you can beat me with the same trick this time." Steve pushed himself back up into a standing position. "I'm ready for it now."

"You think that's the only trick?" Tony feigned horror. "Oh my god, the forties really were a delicate time weren't they? Do we need to have the talk, Cap?"

"Just get ready, Tony." Steve half sighed half laughed.

"Oh...I will." Tony licked his lips, and was pleased to see Steve blush in response.