Hello guys, welcome to Heart.
This text contains Slash Steve/Tony, so don't like-don't read. I don't own anything here but the plot, as you can imagine. :)
Tony Stark liked to think he doesn't have a heart.
Everytime somebody got offended by one of his smart answers or one of his challenging tricky words, he just easily smirked, claiming a win. Everytime he asked a lady to leave his apartment in the first hours of the morning, he was just "yeah, I know, babe, I'm a heartless jerk. Don't make any noise when you leave, ok?"
He thought having the whole world as your very own playground was not that simple as everyone think it was. It required some adjustments in the way people related with him, so he wouldn't be bothered while enjoying his own lifestyle.
In other words, Tony Stark didn't need a heart for sex, parties or combat crimes. He didn't need a heart to deal with his team mates or to build a brand new technology.
Heart was a useless thing, he thought. The irony, anyway, was the fact he had the damn thing pounding right under his reactor like everyone else. And like everyone else some days it decides to ache.
Tony Stark liked to think that this events were just a signal that the blue lightning piece at his chest was getting defective making him feel like and a human being. Those days he liked to make some drama to himself, tell J.A.R.V.I.S that the final countdown had started and the metal pieces would find his heart at any moment, and then lock himself at the workshop to work until discover something that made him feel mechanic again.
Of course he was enough of a genius to design a reactor that would never fail like this, and of course he knew enough about the human body to don't really blame the things inside his chest for the way he felt. Hearts don't have much to do with neurotransmitters in real life.
"Should I call to a girl from your personal list, Mr. Stark? I believe –"
"No, J.A.R.V.I.S. I don't want any of those flattering plastic creatures inside my house tonight."
"Should I call Captain Steve Rogers, sir? He seems to be worried."
Tony stood up from his sitting a bit upset with the suggestion and felt his back hurt.
"Stars n' Stripes are the last thing I'm ready now."
The captain was living at the Stark's mansion and, no matter what he says, it was Tony idea.
At the beginning it was all about the admiration he tried to hide with sarcasms and excuses but Tony was unable to let the hero of his childhood stories just stay at the rough accommodations offered by S.H.I.E.L.D. Then, he couldn't say how it became like this but they were closer and the feeling he tried to hide was no longer simple admiration.
Steve was all about heart and that was the exactly counterpoint to Tony. So, thinking it sucks to let somebody makes him feel like a human being so easily, he tried to hide all that passion right under his reactor in a place he didn't use very much until now. He hoped with all his parties and easy girls all around he could just forget about his feelings or at least keep the captain at a safe distance with his words.
Tony Stark was not very sincere with his heart.
"What day is today, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"
"Thursday, sir."
He checked the time and concluded that he was locked inside the workshop for two days now. At that time Steve was probably beating some defenseless punch bag somewhere like he did every night, so he was completely alone.
When Tony went out the elevator he saw the moon shining through the glass walls. At the balcony, with the hair slightly messed by the warm breeze was the captain standing alone. The Ironman just gasped when he came in, picking up his side, eye contact just being unable to be avoided. Steve was great that night.
"Are you feeling better, Tony?"
In his mind Stark just asked himself what the hell the captain was doing there especially looking so freaking sexy in a black shirt. In the end he just answered a plain "yes, I do" even this was the biggest lie ever- he was surprised for not being alone, he was now with a pressure inside his pants and again his heart was reached by Steve with that genuine worry that Tony couldn't not fall for.
"I was worried that you were still upset with the last battle."
"We won, I have a spare set of thrusters for the suit, Banner didn't Hulk'd out. I have no reason to be down with the fight." He went to the bar, serving himself a glass of scotch. "What about you, Cap? You're not supposed to be boxing tonight?"
"I was, but I preferred to stay here and check if you need something." His words made Tony smile inside but he tried the most to stay impassive at the outside. "Also I want to say 'thank you' before I go."
"Go?"
"I found a place to stay in Brooklyn near to where I grew up. I'm moving tomorrow."
"You such a funny guy. You are a Superhero, Steve. You can't just move to a clandestine basement somewhere just like this."
"Colonel Fury already approved." He shrugged one shoulder. "I can't see why that would be a problem."
"Well, I don't know if you're aware of it, Cap, but Brooklyn nowadays is not some kind of garden. Real stuff happens there."
"It sounds exactly like a place a superhero should be. Besides I'm tired of disturbing things around here."
Tony finished his glass in one shot, confuse.
"What are you talking about?"
"C'mon. I'm not that stupid. A bit after I came here you start being awkward. You isolate yourself and you're always trying to push me back. Even your party girls say that you're not the same anymore." – "So I appreciate everything but I don't want to keep giving problems to you."
Tony was speechless for a moment. He felt the space under his reactor be fulfilled by something thick in replace to the secret feeling he had before Steve expose so easily part of a truth that he tried to hide.
"It's not exactly what you think. Really." He took one more shot to suppress the embarrassment.
"Yeah. Sure." – "I'm glad that you're feeling better but still have some things to package. Excuse me, Tony."
"Steve." Tony looked inside the blue eyes. "What if I told you I don't want you to leave?"
"What? Is this some kind of trick?"
"What if I told you there's no trap?"
The captain slightly curved his brows trying to catch the meaning under those words. Silently, Tony approached him looking deep into his eyes, with an expression Steve never saw before, and putting his hands on the blonde hair he pushed the Cap into a deep kiss.
When their lips touched Steve tried to push back in a reflex but was hold in place and pressed against the wall by Tony. He pushed his tongue inside the other's mouth, receiving a shy moaning when their chests pressed against each other's.
"Is this some kind of joke?" The captain yelled while pushing the brunette to the floor.
"This is my way of asking you to don't leave me."
"This is ridiculous."
"Look, I know it's hard to believe that I'm not a perfect genius to any matters of the life but I'm not. No, this is serious, listen." He stood up in front of the Cap. "I don't know how to say important things and I like to think this incredible well designed piece lightening at my chest is a perfect substitute to a heart, not anatomically talking. You're all that a heart could represent. You're always doing things your feelings tells you to do, even that means getting hit by a car to save kids – and you know it's true 'cause already happened. Twice."
Steve stood still listening in silence, a bit of surprise showing in his face.
"So, what am I supposed to do? I don't usually need a heart. I try to keep away the things that make me use it."
"If I'm so much of a problem you should be happy that I'm leaving, not kissing me by the corridors."
"The thing is: I fell in love, Steve. And since I'm not used to lovey-dovey words my only shot to convince you to stay is showing you what I'm best. And you don't need to tell me, I know I'm an incredible kisser."
The Captain put both hands in his hair, pushing it back with a mess. "I'm really supposed to believe it, Tony?"
"Yes, even I think I deserve a chance to show you in the bed other stuff I'm very skilled at. C'mon, don't make this face, I'm kidding. I can't let you go. Give me a try, please."
"What if I stay and give you this chance? You'll be a nice guy until you get me to bed? I'm not playing this game."
"Steve." He searched for the other, standing closer, eyes on eyes. Tony held the Cap's shoulder with both hands almost kissing him. "I made with my actions you believe you were a problem to me, I know that. With actions I want to convince you I'm being true." - " I love you." He whispered near the blonde's lips. "Stay here until I can show you."
Steve closed his eyes, taking the lead of the kiss, a bit unsure. "Don't disappoint me."
"I won't."
Tony Stark was learning how to use his heart. Lucky him, Steve was enough of a heart to them both.
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