A/N

So, now that I remembered the login to this account, this story will be posted here. Sorry to everyone reading it at my alt (shnazzy2140), I won't be posting any more chapters there. Thanks so much for reading!

Chapter 1: Tony

Being awake sucked, Tony decided. He had been so comfortable in his bed and fancy comforter, and he didn't want to have to move. Of course, he mostly hated being awake because it meant that the cuddle fest he had just been having with Steve had been a dream. Tony decided to ignore that thought and concentrate on getting out of bed. It was hard, he was tired and his bed was so huge Thor had once compared it to an Asgardian mattress (and everyone knows what happens on Asgardian mattresses).

"J'vis, status report" Tony mumbled blearily

"It is 9:29 in the morning, sir, and 54 degrees outside and sunny. Today is March 6, 2014. I must congratulate you on more than seven hours of sleep sir, I believe that that is a record." Jarvis' crisp accent emanated from the speakers. Tony felt a moment of irrational jealousy that Jarvis was so awake.

"You are a sarcastic mother hen Jarvis. I'm positive that I didn't program that into you."

"As they say, sir, I learned from the best."

Tony groaned and tried to throw his pillow at the ceiling. It went a few feet and plopped back down onto his face. Naturally Clint chose that exact moment to barge right in without knocking.

"Time to get up sweetheart! You promised to take your dashing prince to the ball tonight!" Clint sing-songed, smirking as Tony glared at him from under the pillow.

"I will end you." Tony growled.

"Yeah, that would be a lot scarier if I hadn't just seen you lose a fight with your pillow." Clint winked at him. Tony attempted to throw the offending pillow at his face. It fell about two feet short. Clint's grin only grew.

"Chop chop honeybuns, you have a busy day planned, and I'm your fairy godmother today."

"Ugliest fairy godmother I've ever seen."

"Who, me? Your eyes just can't handle my perfection. Get. Up. Steve's meeting you at the Met at noon."

"Noon!? I have hours! Screw you Barton, I'm going back to bed."

"Uh uh snookums, Pepper told me that I would need to wake you up hours in advance to make sure you were on time. Don't make me get Tasha."

Tony's eyes shot open at the threat. "They put you up to this, didn't they?"

Clint shrugged. "What can I say? They're terrifying. Which is why you should get out of bed before I tell them you're being difficult."

Tony nodded his agreement vigorously, and swung his legs over the side of his monster bed. Clint handed him a change of clothes that had obviously been picked out by Pepper – They looked so neat.

"I have been informed to make you dress like you are a responsible adult. I will be blamed if you arrive in a ratty band T-shirt." Clint sounded like he was quoting someone. Probably Pepper. Pepper was usually the one who forced him to be an adult, even if she was just his CEO now.

Tony sighed as he pulled on the neat slacks, T-shirt, and sweater. At least it wasn't a collared shirt, those made him feel so old. Clint patted his ass as he walked out the door to go have breakfast. "Sorry, but I know better than to get involved with you. I'd rather not get both of us slowly killed by Agent."

Clint smirked, "Careful, Stark. I'll tell him you were coming on to me, and they'll never even find the body."

Tony flipped him off as they entered the communal kitchen. Bruce, who Tony knew had been up late last night finishing an experiment, was cooking, his omnipresent cup of tea sitting next to the stove. Tony inhaled deeply as the scent reached his nose.

"I love you Bruce. I really, really do. Barton, you should emulate Bruce and learn a skill that will benefit the household. Maybe then I wouldn't be constantly tempted to kick your ass off the roof."

"I can kick your ass, Stark, suit or no. I'll be laughing while you plummet eighty stories."

"I'm sure you will. Jarvis, make a note to kick Barton off the roof this afternoon and laugh."

"What was that, Stark?" Coulson walked in, dressed in his impeccable suit as usual.

"Phil! Tony's bullying me! Kill him with his own sock, please." Clint ducked behind Phil and grinned at Tony from a safe distance.

Phil looked exasperated at the maturity level of two of Earth's greatest heroes, but Bruce intervened. "Breakfast's ready! Anyone who wants pancakes needs to sit at the table and be nice to their teammates."

Tony and Clint didn't look happy about it, but they would do anything for Bruce's pancakes. With everyone sitting, Bruce doled out the pancakes. Tony moaned as he stuffed the first one in his mouth. Clint sniggered.

"Please show some dignity," Coulson chastised. No one deigned to respond. Tony didn't think Clint even knew what dignity was. Besides, who needs dignity when you have Bruce pancakes?

Tony tried to keep a straight face as he left for the museum, but inside he was jumping for joy. As soon as Fury had forced him and Steve to sit down and work out their difficulties, they had discovered that they very much enjoyed each other's company. Tony had even convinced Steve to break the company line a few times. He suspected that Fury had begun to regret forcing them to make nice after the incident at that press conference.

Tony and Steve had been spending a lot of time together lately. At first, Tony had described them as good friends, but that wasn't entirely true anymore. He wasn't willing to analyze his psyche too closely, but judging from the fact that every time Steve smiled at him with those beautiful blue eyes it was harder to fight the instinct to just take his clothes off right then and there, the feelings he had towards Steve were not platonic.

Tony would never act on his feelings. He might be in love with Steve, but he wasn't naive enough to believe that his feelings would ever be reciprocated. Steve was beautiful and loyal and perfect, and deserved so much more than the fucked up merchant of death. Tony told himself he would just have to be content with their friendship, but the thought of Steve falling in love with some random woman made his gut wrench.

Lost in thought, Tony turned onto a side street that he recognized as a shortcut to the museum. He didn't notice the five men lying in wait behind a dumpster until they surrounded him. Tony swore, and dodged the flying fists, but he wasn't a superhero without the suit. He had taken down two when the other three pinned him down. Tony tried not to inhale as a sweet smelling cloth was pressed over his face, but he was breathing hard from the fight.

Sorry Steve, he thought as the world faded.