Everyone on our team seems to think that Tony is some malevolent force that corrupted me. That's not the truth. I initiated just about everything physical. Being from the 40s, I think Tony was expecting he was walking into a very strictly slow-moving relationship physically. We both laughed when we found out in the right relationship I was just as physically open as him.
I don't advertise our relationship. Fraternization papers still haven't been finalized and we both value our spots on the team. Our relationship exists in the cracks on the walls. In me walking by him and squeezing his behind and winking before he can say a word as we walk into meetings. There are the joys in playing ridiculous games when we get seated together on Avengers conference calls under the table until one of us cracks and asks for a break and drags the other along laughing.
I wake up every morning and throw myself at Tony and every new day feels like an adventure I want to take with him. There is no shame when we both just want one another.
The team is very…well, unsupportive and non-understanding. Majority of them still see me as Steven Rogers, blushing virgin from day one. I still haven't gotten caught up on my modern culture, but I have my checklist that Tony makes sure to help me speed along, hoping one day they will see that this is an equal opportunity relationship.
One morning I walk out into the conference room of Stark (Avengers) Tower while Tony is away on Stark Industries business. The rest of my team stares at me when I sit down. "Hey guys, so where are we at this morning?"
"We are not sure of your interactions with Man of Iron," Thor says first, being the first to break the ice.
I look around and realize what this is before Natasha speaks. "Don't get me wrong. We're happy you're happy, Steve, but maybe you'd be better suited with someone a little more sensitive to your values."
"We just want to make sure you're okay, man," Clint adds.
It takes me a moment to form any coherent reply before it changes the second I notice Tony's best friend Bruce is sitting across from me. Someone who has been absent for at least ten meetings because he was overseas. "Bruce, do you have something you'd like to add?"
"I know Tony's a bit…rowdy. When I heard about the relationship I wanted to be sure that he wasn't pushing you for too much you weren't comfortable with," Bruce replies in a cautious tone. Which, to be fair, with the Hulk gene it is his only tone.
I clear my throat. "Not that it is any of your business, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself in expressing what I do or do not want sexually."
"We just wanted to make sure you don't feel pressured," Natasha says, forcing a half-smile.
I have to take a moment to think of how to say this in a dignified way. Then I give up. "You have to stop thinking about Tony and I as Iron Man and innocent-figure Captain America. I'm Steve Rogers and in a healthy relationship and when I want sex with him I ask for it. Sex is fun. Can we please return to business as usual?" The whole table proceeds to stare at me wide-eyed.
"Oh Captain my Captain, I could not have said that better myself," I hear Tony say. I figure his hologram has been conference called in so I look around the table to see what chair he's been given. I don't realize that he's actually here until I feel hands on my shoulders and realize he's hovering over me.
"Welcome home," I say softly as Tony leans over the top of my chair to kiss me upside down, almost tripping over his feet trying to achieve it. I chuckle into his lips. "I missed you too."