AN: I just wanted to start by mentioning that these little one-shots are all written because they are prompts from Tumblr so I write them as I receive them. I don't know how long this will be and I don't know what the time between updates will be. MCU characters featuring Comic Book (616) elements. Follows MCU unless stated otherwise (though most of the time that's not important) aaaaaand yeah. Includes characters up through CATWS.

Steve hated these Stark Tower parties. All suit and tie, fancy dresses, formal affair. He hated how nowadays people put on a face and pretended to be interested in the lives of people. Back in his day people actually cared. Listening to people brag or complain about their rich, boring lives is not something he enjoys.

Plus, it doesn't help when you can't get drunk to help put up with the people around you.

He had come for Tony, of course. All Tony had to do was flash a smile and bat his eyes and he was there. He was the only reason Steve went to these things.

He spotted Tony over by the bar, talking to a tall, well endowed blonde. Tony said something and the woman threw her head back in an obnoxious laugh. She put a hand on his arm and pushed her chest flush against his side.

Before Steve knew what he was doing he was walking across the dance floor towards the pair. He stood back for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Oh, hey Steve," Tony smiled as he turned.

"Hello, honey," Steve looked pointedly at Tony. "Who's your friend?"

Tony stared for a moment before he looked to the woman still pressed next to him. He regarded her for a moment before laughing a little.

"Oh, her," Tony said with a chuckle. "This is just an old… friend. You know, my main squeeze from way back." He laughed again. "Cassandra, Steve. Steve, Cassandra."

Cassandra stuck out her hand gracefully. "Bonsoir, Steve," she said with a heavy French accent. She turned to Tony. "I was simply a friend? Why, Tony, no need to be so modest. He would call me when he wanted a… how do you say it…."

"Fondue," Tony laughed out loud. He was a little tipsy. "We used to… get fondue."

Steve's eyes flashed momentarily. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, ma'am, but I think I'm going to go dance with my boyfriend now."

Cassandra stuck her lip out in pout as Steve pulled Tony to the dance floor, Tony following with a goofy smile.

The two of them slow danced for a moment, Steve stiff as a board, before Tony finally spoke up.

"You know… if you didn't want me to talk to her you just had to say so."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on Captain Subtle as a Gun," Tony drawled with a smirk, "You were totally jealous."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The tips of Steve's ears began to turn red. His face was flushed.

"Whatever you say, Cap."

They kept dancing for the next couple songs. Eventually Steve relaxed enough and put his arms around Tony's waist while Tony's went around his neck. Tony rested his head on Steve's chest for a while before he looked back up at his lover with shining eyes.

"I love you."

Steve smiled, eyes filled with compassion. "I love you, too."

Maybe these parties weren't so bad after all.