Chapter 2...

Oh God, okay guys, this was meant to be separate, but on the request for more fluffy doo-daryness, I'm going to use it here.

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"Captain, how are thou this fine winters morning?" Steve Rogers shrugged.

"I'm good thanks, Thor. And you?" Thor nodded in answer.

"I am also feeling well, especially as I am in the company of a good friend."

Tony Stark watched and listened from behind one way tinted glass. He was so happy that he wasn't suffering from the same anger-management issues as his science bro, Bruce Banner; otherwise there would be a crushed Thor on the floor. What would they put on the post-mortem?

'Cause of death:'...Err, hulk smash?

"Eshpeshioally ash I am in der compinny off a guwd fwiend. Who the hell does he think he is? Steve is obviously only carrying on the conversation because he's too God-damned polite to turn around and tell him to shut the hell up! Maybe I should do it for him..." Bruce sighed. Not this again.

"They're just talking Tony. Besides, Steve can hold his own. Why are you so fussed about it anyway?" Bruce already knew exactly why. Natasha hadn't exactly kept it quiet, and with the whole fireworks display Tony put on well...it was kind of hard not to know. He also knew that, Tony, being a stubborn ass-hole, was going to cover it up with some lame-ass excuse. As per usual.

Tony was jealous of Thor. Jealous that he didn't have the courage to start up normal conversations with Mr Sweet and Shy Rogers. Tony wasn't usually the loving type, but he had always been possessive. His company, his lab, his team, his Steve, and Tony really liked Steve. Like, a lot. Stark and Rogers, together forever. That's why he was annoyed. Thor was eying up HIS man candy. But he was never going to admit that he was scared the big blonde might out-do him. He was far too stubborn for that.

"Steve's still like a toddler! Thor knows he's good-looking and is trying to take advantage of him. Am I the only one who sees that?"

Bruce ignored the question. Tony meanwhile carried on spying on the other two super humans, just in case anything got out of hand. The no good demi-God and his sexy soldier.

"You have wonderfully blue eyes." Steve blushed. He did that. A LOT.

"Well, thanks." Tony clenched his fist.

"You are different to the other mortals. Stronger. More beautiful than they." Steve went three shades darker. Tony grinded his perfect teeth in frustration. Even Bruce had stopped to listen at that last comment.

"Thanks, well, I'd better be going..." Thor grabbed Steve's arm. Tony slid on a glove from the Iron Man Armoury. Maybe one day, he could manipulate Steve's shield to project a demi-god proof force field. That would be pretty cool, even by his standards.

"Rogers, my good man, patience." Thor held Steve still, leaning forward as the naïve American pretty-boy tried to pull away.

"Please stop, Tony will be upset!" Tony's heart lurched at that, along with the look on Steve's face.

"I am better than the tin-man." Tony growled. Oh no, he didn't...

"Tony." Tony turned to Bruce.

"Yeah?"

"Let the bastard have it."

A missile shot through the glass, sending Thor flying across the room.

"He said back off you creep! What, did he have to spell it out for you, you jerk? AND IT'S IRON MAN, NOT TIN-MAN YOU JUMPED UP WACK-A-MOLE ENTHUSIAST!" Steve looked over to the hole Tony had just stepped out from, at a shrugging Bruce.

Tony was getting jealous, you weren't comfortable, Thor was being a dick. I said fire." Thor stormed out in disgrace and Bruce wandered back into the lab. Steve turned to Tony.

"Thanks. I'm sorry I couldn't fight him. He's a friend, and stronger than me, but you've gotta believe me when I say I'd never love anyone other than you." Tony turned around.

"I shouldn't doubt that. It's just...I know what I'm like, and I'm scared that karma is gonna be a bitch one day." Bruce smiled from in the lab. That was cute. As close as Tony would ever get to saying 'I'm a jerk, but I trust you. Please don't screw me over!'

"But really Tony; thanks for stopping him. I'm great on the battlefield...not so good at socialising." Tony shrugged.

"Least I can do for the one person I've ever truly...y'know...liked."

"And you were doing so well!" Bruce called from the lab.

"Well shut up and keep your nose out of my love life. The fireworks explained it to the world, he knows what I mean!" Tony quickly shot a look at Steve.

"You do, right?" Steve hugged him, bending down to kiss him on the forehead.

"Of course I do. Your eyes make me go all warm inside, you know that?"

Tony pulled Steve towards him and captured his lips harshly, suprising Steve but at the same time leading him to many degrees of beatitude*.

"Anyway, wanna get so Shawarma later?" The star-spangled, serum-shot super-soldier smiled and sighed.

"Sure thing!"

Bruce smiled. No more on-the-edge Tony. No more flirtatious Thor and no more cautious Steve. But, there was still the problem of the huge hole in the wall. And no doubt, as they went to get food, he would be left to explain it to Fury, and they wouldn't even bring him back any food.

Oh well. Just a typical day working as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and an avenger.

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Hahaha! So?

Okay, will next be working on a Stark Spangled Banner through request, so look out for that!

P.S. *beatitude, if ya dunno what it means, it's like pleasure or paradise.

Baii! :3