"Steve!" Tony's voice echoed in the Tower. "For the sake of god, can you please hurry up. If you won't, we'll watch Lion King by ourselves!" It was Saturday and everyone knew what it meant in the Avengers' Tower. Movie night. Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. She had never been into Disney movies. Clint was squeling like a teenage girl on a Justin Bieber contsert. Thor was in Asgard on that Saturday, something to do with Loki. Bruce was sitting on an arm chair and reading a book, barely noticing what was going on.
Everyone in the room heard a loud gasp, as Steve entered the room. "You wouldn't dare." His voice was threatning and he glared at Tony. The brunette just smirked as an answer and pushed the 'play' button on the remote. Steve passed Bruce, who's gaze was still on his book. Clint and Natasha were sitting together on the other arm chair, so Steve and Tony had the whole couch for themselves.
Clint had asked Natasha out almost seven months ago. That whole time, Clint had pepper spray and pocket knife with himself. You can never know, when you will accidentaly upset Natasha. Their dates had been madness. On the first date, Clint had taken Natasha to a restaurant, which, apparently, had mostly sushi. Of course, Natasha was allergic to fish, so Clint had to take her to another place. It appeared to be a night club. A random guy started flirting with Natasha and she luckily didn't kill the guy.
Steve fell down next Tony and the brunette curled up against the blond's side. Clint groaned. "Get a room."
"We already have," Tony chuckled. "In fact, we have the whole Tower, since it's officially mine."
Steve rolled his eyes. Tony and Clint started to get along less and less within a day. At first, he was the one Tony hated, now it was Clint. The movie started at that moment. Even when Steve loved Disney movies, he didn't actually pay attention to the movie. His mind wandered off to different thoughts. Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper and started drawing some small pictures on it. More like doodles. Tony looked at Steve and the at the paper curiously, until turning his attention back to the movie.
After a few minutes, Steve gave the piece of paper and a pen to Tony.
Why do you love me?
Tony smiled at the doodles and wrote his answer.
Do you want to know all the reasons?
How many are there?
Tony didn't answer for some time. He had been together with Steve for five months, friends for even longer. He knew Steve maybe a little too much and he loved everything he knew about Steve. How many reasons could there actually be, why to love him?