Chicken noodle soup and booze

Tony has been working right down to the last straw and ends up sick
and Steve a 40's man...more like housewife tries to make him feel
better with chicken noodle soup but things don't always go to
plan...or do they?

Warning- Tony. Enough said.

Stark tower, owned by the one and only genius billionaire playboy
philanthropist, also known as Anthony stark...but most just call him
Tony, screw formalities. On a good day the towers volume level would
be down to a minimum, Clint would be in one of the gyms practicing
with Natasha (hint, hint, nudge, nudge if you know what I mean),
Bruce would be in his lab and Thor would be eating pop tarts while
trying to work out how to use the 'picture within the box' as he had
put it, but on many occasions Tony had told him it was a television.

On this fine, sunny afternoon, everyone was sat around eating
lunch...well apart from said genius playboy, who normally came down
after about midday three pm at the latest but it was currently five
past six in the evening and he hadn't come down, no one could hear the
machines from his lab so he definitely wasn't in there either.

Steve Rogers was what you'd call 'motherly' he'd sort you out while
being firm with you...what a doll right? As a mother, which he denied
being, went up to Tony's bedroom and knocked politely three times, no
reply.

"Tony you okay? Do you want anything to eat?" the super soldier's
strong voice travelled past the mahogany door and into Tony's' ear.

Moving of sheets could be softly heard from the door, Tony groaned as
he sat up and called out to him "C-Come in..." which was shortly
followed by strangled coughs. The blond slowly entered the room to see
Tony lying on the bed, coughing and sneezing, his nose was slightly
running...good thing his hair was the same or he wouldn't recognize
him!

"Jesus Tony! You're sick...I should look after you since you're
obviously not looking after yourself!" Steve proclaimed and pointed to
an empty bottle of scotch, to which Tony replied with,

"But...booze is the best medicine!" he said with a cough.

"No Tony, it's not! I'm going to make you some chicken noodle
soup...then you'll feel better" Steve rolled his perfect, baby blue
eyes at him before going down to the kitchen to start cooking...he
really was like a mother just a very masculine looking mother that's
all.

Soon enough he was back by Tony's side with a bowl of piping hot
chicken noodle soup, which didn't look half bad, Tony noted.
"Eat up, it'll make you feel better" the blond told him firmly before
sitting next to his 'lover'...he didn't know what to call him since
Steve honestly didn't want to fuck up what they already had going.

Tony ate silently while watching Steve watch him, now normally Tony
would have found this creepy had it been someone else but it being
Steve it made him truly smile. A soft clank of the bowl on the side of
the bedside table alerted Steve he was done and boy did he look drowsy
"do you want me to leave so...Uhh you can y'know sleep?" he blushed.

Tony shook his head 'no' words becoming too much for his sore throat,
he pulled Steve down next to him and cuddled closer towards him for
his amazing heat, both had happy little smiles on their lips. Steve
was about to fall asleep with him before his sensitive ears picked out
a croaky

"I love you..." which was soon followed by,

"I love you too...now go to sleep."

THE END!