Hey guys, sorry for not updating. Hurricane Sandy kicked my ass. But! I am back now!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, this is purely fanmade.

Warning: mild sexual situations


Days passed, and Steve's promise to "make it up to him" was as empty as Tony's stomach. He couldn't remember his last good meal. Pepper didn't hang around much now; she had her own life now that Steve took over a good amount of her Tony sitting. She didn't order him food anymore, and Steve was too busy fussing with the baby to remember ha he had to feed Tony too.

His stomach growled, digesting it's lining in a desperate attempt for nourishment. Now, Tony could feed himself, he wasn't an idiot… but Thor's box of old poptarts can only get a man so far.

He vaguely considered eating he baby- not because he's a cannibal, not because he had PTSD (which he did NOT have before), and certainly not because it looked delicious- but oh, how wonderful it would be to get rid of it! And he would even get to fill his empty stomach as well.

The doorbell woke him out of his thoughts, which were soon replaced by thoughts of pizza. Good, old fashioned, New York pizza. Just for being the man who brought him real food he tipped he pizza boy a twenty. He would have given more, but then he would have just seemed desperate. He dropped to the couch and flipped open the box, shoving a slice into his watering mouth. He yelped as it burned his tongue and scalded the roof of his mouth.

Tony cursed and put down the slice. None of this would have happened if Steve had ordered it. He would have made Tony wait. He would have held Tony's face in his hands and said he would give him something else to distract his lips. And his lips would have been unusually soft for a man- for a soldier, and he would hold Tony close to stop him from getting the pizza. When it was cool enough, he would let go, and Tony would dive for the food, ravenous. Tony suddenly felt lonely. He sighed, eating his now cooled pizza.

Arms wrapped around him as if his longing called out to Steve. "Did you wait for it to cool?" He hummed his answer, tilting his head to give Steve's lips more room on his neck.

"You put the kid to sleep?"

"Tony, his name is Peter. And he might like you more if you actually used it."

Tony sighed. "Fine. Did you put Peter to sleep?"

This earned him a smile.

"Yes, I dd. And if we're lucky, we'll have a few hours all to ourselves." He nuzzled back into Tony's neck. "But you should eat first." He tilted Tony's face toward him. "You look like you haven't eaten a decent meal in weeks."

Tony bit his tongue to stop the snarky response that sprang to his lips. Steve wasn't wrong. The bag under Tony's eyes had darkened and deepened, his skin had a sick tint to it, and his lips were pale. He hadn't felt much like eating without Steve. He felt more like having rough sex with random strangers. Preferably women. But he resisted like the goo boyfriend he was trying to be.

He munched on his pizza, trying to shove the slice whole down his throat. Steve grabbed a piece for himself, eating much slower.

On second glance, Steve wasn't looking much better. His usual pristine hair looked matted and unkempt. His blue eyes looked dull with tire; his usual bright face was hindered by the slight bags that had developed beneath his eyes. It couldn't be denied that he needed sleep.

Tony finished his second piece with a content sigh. He wanted another, but a good half hour had gone by, and fucking Steve into the couch was a much more pressing matter.

He leaned over to them blonde, pulling him closer by his shirt. "I have a proposition for you Spangles." Steve raised a suspicious eyebrow, not bothering to address the nickname. 'You let me," He paused, remember Steve's last rage over his word choice (which, if Tony really thought about it, Steve was under a great deal of stress that time too- and maybe, maybe, Tony's word choice was quite crude), "make love to you, right now, I'll take care of th-Peter for tonight, and you can sleep, uninterrupted, all night tonight."

Steve's face broke into a grin. "I love you baby, you're so sweet… I doubt you can handle that though." He yawned. "But if you're willing to try…"

He was answered with a sharp tug on his shirt, and chapped lips over his. Steve wrapped his arms around the engineer's neck, pressing into the rough embrace.

Tony pushed him back, making quick work of Steve's shirt. He never thought he would ever want to thank his father, but as he looked over his boyfriend, there was probably nothing he wanted to do more- besides Steve anyway.

Steve writhed beneath him as abused a sensitive spot on his neck. "Tease… just get on with it. I'm no daisy." Tony grinned, it had taken him a while, but he learned to understand a lot of Steve's out of date slang.
"Alright, alright… let me just go to our room and grab some lube, it's been a while- and before you say it, I know you're not a chick- but you'll bitch like one if you're sore tomorrow, and you know it."

Steve scoffed. "Jacket pocket. I came prepared." Tony's smirk just widened.

"God, you're perfect." He laughed lightly, blindly fishing for Steve's discarded jacket on the floor. His hand wrapped around a thin cylinder and he pulled it up. "Gotcha."…and for a second he thought he grabbed the bottle, but it was much too… fleshy to be the bottle. He frowned and looked at the baby, now dangling from Tony's hand by the wrist.

Steve gasped and rushed to cover himself, ignoring the painful way his now softening cock pressed against the front of his trousers. "I know I secured the crib!" Peter giggled and reached out for the parent he was familiar with. From his free wrist dangled a string of web, and from that, a bar of his crib. "Tony… what is…" Tony blinked, at a loss for words.

"I don't… Steve I have no…" He tore the web from the baby's wrist, confused.

Several emotions settled over Steve's face before it settled on panic. "Should we… should we take him to a doctor? Tony, what do we do? What if they lock him up!" Tony bit his tongue as the word 'good' sprung to his lips.

"It's ok Steve, we'll figure this out…" And with that, Tony reluctantly buttoned his pants. He wasn't getting laid tonight either.


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