A/N: So this is kinda like a songfic but not really, I don't know (?), just there is Steve playing a guitar and singing the song "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra. This is my first time writing a songfic, it was quite hard to put my imagination into words. I did some searching on Youtube and found quite a lot of the song's guitar covers, and I can picture Steve playing it. I'm not sure if the lyrics are accurate, there are different versions of the lyrics on the internet. But anyway, hope you enjoy.
"Italic words" are Steve singing alone.
"Bold and Italic words" are Steve and Tony singing together.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, song, or anything, really.
New York, New York
"Shit!"
Tony cursed harshly, throwing a piece of the failed machine he was working on across the room, where it landed with a 'clang' on the floor. He rubbed his face with both of his palms, urging the stress and headache to go away from him.
"Sir, I suggest you take a rest as you have been working for the last 72 hours—"
Tony groaned loudly.
"I need to get this done quickly, Jarvis." He replied his faithful AI as he got up from his workbench and walked towards the coffeepot in the room. He filled a cup of coffee and went to take a seat in front of his computer, the monitor showing him the current project he was working on. He took a sip of his coffee, sighing contently when the hot liquid burned his throat and warmed his chest. Then the genius began to type on the hologram keyboard, fixing whatever mistake he did on the project.
Fury had shoved him a rather big and complicated project, and he only had four other days until he met the deadline. He had done 60% of his project within the last three days, always working down on his workshop tinkering with scraps and metals, covering himself in grease and oil. Occasionally Steve would came down and brought him meals, sitting on the other side of the room, just watching Tony work or sketching quietly on his book.
Tony was confused as to why the soldier enjoyed being in his workshop. When the engineer asked about it, the blonde simply shrugged and said that somehow it was relaxing to be in Tony's workshop, that something about the room gave off a peaceful air. Tony didn't understand what part of the sound of metals clanging, robots beeping, and machines whirring were peaceful.
"Tony? I brought your meal."
Steve's calm voice was heard from outside the glass door. There was the beeping of the password being unlocked before the soldier let himself in inside the workshop.
"Thanks, Cap, I'll eat it later." The engineer said without looking up from the monitor, typing the keyboard with one hand as the other lifted his coffee mug up to his lips.
"I'll place it here." Steve said, placing the food on a nearby table.
"You goin' to stay here again, Capsicle?"
Tony heard a hum of confirmation from Steve, as well as the familiar creak of the couch where the blonde always sit on.
"Dummy, can you come here for a while? I'm going to sketch you this time."
Tony chuckled when his bot whirred happily and moved across the room towards the soldier.
"Dummy's bad at staying still, Cap." The brunette said with a grin, still typing away on the keyboard.
"Oh, you can be still for at least five minutes, right, Dummy?"
The bot only whirred excitedly in response.
Half an hour had passed and Tony was now soldering his machine.
"Shit.." He muttered under his breath. He was having a hard time focusing on the machine. His head was throbbing with headache and his eyelids felt heavy with fatigue. He put down his tools and groaned, rubbing his face with his hand and leaning back on his seat. He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. Maybe he should do as Jarvis said and take a nap for a while…
Then there was the soft sound of guitar throughout the room.
Tony blinked open his eyes. The soft music kept going, jazz rhythm filling the air, creating a relaxing atmosphere in the room. As he continued listening to the guitar, he felt his headache slowly eased away. Then the brunette realized the sound was coming from a particular direction.
Tony sat up sat up straight and turned around to see Steve Rogers playing a classical guitar. Apparently the soldier had brought a guitar with him to the workshop, but the engineer had been too caught up in his work to even spare the blonde a glance.
Steve was sitting there on his usual spot on the couch, his eyes closed in contentment as he played the guitar smoothly, his head nodding lightly in time with the rhythm. The mechanic stared unblinkingly at his captain, not sure how to react at the sight.
Steve, feeling like he was being watched, opened his eyes to look up at Tony. Tony stared at the blonde for a while longer. He frowned and said, "I didn't know you play guitar."
Steve just smiled and shrugged, fingers still strumming through the guitar strings. He looked back down at the guitar.
"Start spreading the news.."
Tony blinked.
"I'm leaving today.."
Was Steve Rogers singing?
"I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.."
Oh.
Tony knew that song.
The billionaire watched the soldier closely, leaning forward on his chair as he rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on his palms. It was a good thing he insisted to give the Capsicle an iPod full of musics from the 1990's until 2000's.
Steve looked like he was enjoying every moment of playing the guitar, humming in tune and smiling to himself. Watching the soldier, Tony couldn't help but to relax as well.
"These vagabond shoes.. Are longing to stray.."
"You're good." Tony commented.
The blonde smirked in reply.
"Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York.."
The genius found himself rocking in his seat to the song. His type of music was undoubtedly AC/DC and the likes, but listening to one or two jazz songs from time to time was not so bad at all.
The brunette grinned widely and sang along with Steve.
"I wanna wake up, in a city that doesn't sleep.."
Steve raised a brow as Tony sang, pleasantly surprised. The brunette was pretty good himself too.
"And find I'm king of the hill."
"Top of the heap!" The brunette sang loudly, throwing his hands in the air with a goofy grin. Steve just chuckled at the genius' antics.
"These little town blues.. are melting away.." Steve continued. Tony turned around and took a rag from his workbench, cleaning himself from oil and grease.
"I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.."
"Jarvis, save all progress in a new file entitled 'Fury's Stupid Project'."
"Certainly, Sir." Jarvis sounded amused.
The brunette threw his rag back on the workbench clumsily. Then he sang along with Steve.
"If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere..
It's up to you, New York, New York..!"
Steve grinned, he liked hearing Tony sing. He heard a clatter and saw Tony getting up from his seat and striding towards him. Hands still on the guitar, the blonde hummed along the song. It was the instrumental part now.
Tony plopped down beside Steve on the couch, his back leaning on the captain and his feet propped up on the couch's armrest. Steve just shook his head and smiled fondly. Hearing no complain, the billionaire assumed it was okay for him to invade the blonde's personal place like this.
"New York, New York.."
Tony liked to listen to Steve's deep and soothing voice. The blonde's voice was clearer now that Tony was sitting right next to him. His headache had gone entirely, along with his stress and frustration.
Now he understood what Steve meant when he said the workshop was peaceful. The room indeed felt cozy, even with all the machines in it, and the soft blue glow of monitors and holograms somehow made it even more calming. The billionaire felt his eyelids started to droop. Nonetheless, the brunette sang along with Steve, his words sounding more like a mumble.
"I want to wake up,
In that city that doesn't sleep.
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the list..
King of the heap.."
"These little town blues.." Tony had stopped singing. Now it was just Steve. "Are melting away.." Even though he had stopped singing, the brunette was humming along.
"I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.."
Steve felt really content. Singing was a great stress reliever to him, much like sketching. And with the billionaire leaning on his side, he felt like he could just stay like this for hours.
"And If I can make it there,
I'm gonna make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.."
After strumming for a little more, Steve ended the song and stopped playing. He looked to his side to see Tony fast asleep. The billionaire's chest was heaving up and down steadily as he breathed, his expression peaceful and void of stress. Whatever Fury had given to Tony, Steve knew it was a huge project. The blonde had been watching the genius stressing himself out on the last three days. He was glad Tony had finally taken a nap.
Steve placed his guitar down on the floor quietly. He cradled Tony's head to rest on his lap, careful not to wake him. The brunette stirred a little and mumbled something, before laying still again, sleeping comfortably on the soldier's lap.
"Jarvis, dim the light please."
The AI complied without saying anything. Steve shifted a little, leaning back on the couch and making himself more comfortable. His eyes landed on the forgotten meal he had brought for Tony. He frowned but then shrugged. Right now getting Tony to sleep was more important. He ruffled the mechanic's hair lightly and smiled.
"I love you."
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