- Really? "Kiss me, I´m Irish", really?
- Happy Saint Patrick´s day! - proclaimed Tony with a smile. Steve smiled back and shook his head, holding the shirt. When Tony said he had something for him, he wasn´t expecting that.
- Saint Patrick is tomorrow...
- And I bet you aren´t prepared for it. Well, now you are! - Steve chuckled and put his new shirt on.
- You know, if you want to kiss me you should just ask- teased looking down at the fabric- It does fit me. How do I... - before he could have finished the sentence, Tony held his face between his hands and kissed him passionately.
- Looks like you´re ready for Saint Patrick...- said with a flirting smile. Steve swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks burning. Saint Patrick or not, it was a good way to start a holiday.
...
- Good morning, Captain.
- Morning, Thor. You slept well?
- I did. How about...- Thor stopped halfway to the fridge and titled his head, eyes fixed on Steve´s chest- ...you? - Steve lowered his mug and followed his stare.
- What?
- That shirt...- Steve was wearing a light green t-shirt, with the phrase "Kiss me, I´m Irish" surrounded by clovers.
- Oh, that- he smiled and raise his mug, slightly blushing- Happy Saint Patrick´s day!
- I thought you were American.
- Well, I am but half of my family comes from an Irish origin so...
- Huh...- Thor nodded a couple of times and walked towards him- Ok, then- he leaned and kissed his lips softly, making Steve almost dropping his mug- Happy Saint Patrick´s day- said patting his shoulder and walking away.
- Ha... Jesus...
...
- Are you really that needy?
- I´m sorry?
- "Kiss me, I´m Irish"- Natasha scoffed- I´m Russian and I don´t go around asking everybody to make out with me.
- Show some respect, Romanoff; it´s Saint Patrick´s day.
- That´s the lamest excuse I ever heard.
- It worked with Thor...- muttered Steve. Natasha squinted with a mischievous smile.
- Did it...
- You doubt it?
- Not for a second- Natasha grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him hard- Still a lame shirt, though.
- As I said, it worked with Thor. And with you, apparently.
- Don´t get used to it, leprechaun.
...
- Ssssssteven! - Clint practically fell over him, holding a big glass of beer.
- Hey, Barton- said Steve helping him stand up- Having fun?
- You bet! This is my favorite holid...- suddenly Clint squinted, trying to focus on Steve´s shirt- Ha! - said pointing at his chest- Irish! You´re Irish! Come here! - Steve laughed and let him kiss him all over the face, with a last wet kiss on his lips- Happy Saint Patrick´s day!
- Thanks, Romeo.
- I love you, man! I love you and I love Ireland!
- I´m sure you do...
...
- Irish, huh?
- And proud of it- replied Steve with a wink.
- Is that a suggestion or a petition? - said Bruce pointing at the shirt.
- Have a lucky guess- Bruce giggled and, after a little hesitation, gave him a short but sweet kiss.
- Happy Saint Patrick´s, Captain.
- Thanks for taking the suggestion, doctor.
...
- I´m ripping the shirt in half.
- Really? - said Steve refilling his drink- I thought you liked my Irish roots...
- I mean it! - protest Tony taking a sip- With all that Saint Patrick´s "kiss-me-I'm-Irish" thing, everyone is taking any opportunity they have to kiss you- Steve chuckled, making Tony frown.
- Are you jealous, Mr. Stark?
- I´m not jealous, I just wish I gave you a potato hat or something like that instead.
- Well, they say that the only Saint Patrick´s kiss that really counts is the one you give the last so, given that is almost midnight… - Steve leaned over the counter and kissed him deeply, only stopping when the clock struck twelve- Happy Saint Patrick´s, mister Stark.
- I´m still ripping the shirt in half- panted Tony returning his kiss with hunger.