Chapter 2

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'What did Fury want from you?' Tony asked as he handed Steve a cup of coffee.

'Oh, nothing,' The blond sat down behind his desk, taking a sip of the piping hot drink. 'Okay, tell me, what do we have?'

'Loki and Thor Odinson,' Natasha started as she read from her tabled. She sat down at the edge of Steve's desk, Tony and Sam at her side. 'Refugees from the Faroe Islands. Their father, Odin Borson, was a drug lord and killed ten years ago together with his wife. Thor took Loki and fled the country otherwise they would have been killed as well. They were eighteen and ten at that time.'

'Wanda Maximoff, twenty-three years old, born and raised in Sokovia, a small and corrupted country in Europe as I already told you earlier,' Sam continued as he had researched the other two during Steve's chat with Fury. 'Mother deceased, father unknown and her brother, Pietro Maximoff, was shot dead by the cops after robbing a super market for food. Wanda was devastated after losing him and turned to all kinds of witch craft and voodoo rituals in hopes to come into contact with him, however,' Sam took a deep breath and sighed sadly, 'apparently Sokovia is a very superstitious nation and she quickly became known as the "Scarlett Witch". People thought she was dangerous, wanted to kill her and that's why she fled her country.'

Steve nodded slowly, a wrinkle forming between his brows as he thought this through. 'And Barnes?'

'He's from Russia, so naturally we don't have much on him,' Sam continued, scrolling though the little information he could get on his tabled in hand. 'James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was sent to a boarding school by the age of seven. Now, I couldn't find out what kind of school exactly but after that he became some sort of secret Russian military weapon and became notorious as the "Winter Soldier". He was experimented on and when the officials found out about this the army wanted-'

'Let me guess,' Steve interrupted with a grim expression. 'They wanted him dead.'

'He probably knew too much.' Sam confirmed.

'And these four, among many other, were send to Potts Refugee Reception Office,' Tony stood up from his chair, gaining the attention of his co-workers. 'Miss Virginia "Pepper" Potts, owner of the Potts mansion and Potts RRO, it is the primary point of contact for asylum seekers and refugees with the government. It is where asylum seekers can apply for asylum for refugee status, where interviews are conducted, where permits are renewed, and where refugee status documents are handed out. Miss Potts is not married, no children.'

'So the four of them are all refugees and they all live in Potts mansion,' Steve concluded and then looked at his team. 'but why?'

'Maybe I could answer that question for you,' A woman's voice sounded, and the four detectives turned around, meeting the gentle brown eyes of a gorgeous lady. She was dressed in an all-white skirt suit set, her red hair tied in a low ponytail and falling over her left shoulder. 'Detective Rogers?' she asked kindly.

'I am sorry for your loss, Miss Potts.' Steve handed the woman a cup of coffee and sat down behind his desk. As the lady remained standing he kindly gestured her towards the seat opposite of him.

'Thank you,' Pepper managed to smile after taking a deep breath. She sat down like a true lady, her feet placed neatly next to each other, her hands crossed on her lap, holding a white clutch. 'I couldn't believe it when Bucky told me and, frankly, I still can't.'

'Is Mister Barnes your chauffeur?' Tony asked as he closed the door of the office, the three of them now sitting together in Steve's small but practical office room.

Pepper remained silent for a moment, her nose slightly wrinkled as she was thinking of what to say. 'Yes, and no,' she answered. 'Only if necessary. He sometimes helps with maintenance, but mostly takes care of security.'

'Yes, could you please tell me, Miss Potts-'

'About my cohabitants,' the woman interrupted Steve.

'Cohabitants?' Stark raised his brows at the fancy word. 'Don't you mean "staff?"'

'I always hated that word,' Pepper explained lightly. 'Though you are not wrong. They live and work in the mansion, under my care.' She turned her attention towards the blond opposite of her. 'You wanted to know why them, right?' As Steve nodded, she continued. 'Wanda and Bucky have about the same story. When they came to the RRO they would not talk to anyone, did not even dare to look up, both too afraid of being tortured or murdered. They wouldn't even speak to our interpreters. Most refugees open up to us at some point, eventually, but they didn't. They would've both been sent back to Russia and Sokovia if they would not cooperate and I, well… I just couldn't send them back...'

'So, you offered them a place in your home,' Stark said, crossing his arms as he sat back in his chair. 'How noble, or incredibly stupid. Some sort of ultra-secret soldier and a witch, isn't that just asking for problems?'

'Maybe,' Pepper answered calmly though earnestly. 'but it all ended up well. They can finally let their pasts rest and focus on their futures. As for Thor and Loki, organization protocols indicated that the two should have been separated. Thor being eighteen and considered an adult, he had to part from his little brother and undergo a whole different trajectory.'

'But Thor did not want to part from Loki, and that's where you stepped in.' Steve figured as he fiddled with a pen. He continued after Pepper nodded, 'Miss Potts, what is your relation to Mister Killian?'

'Aldrich came to me about a year ago, offering me a deal to buy my company. I rejected. He was, how should I put it… upset, at first, but then he saw the work I did and offered me his help running the place. I did agree on that, and we have been working together ever since. Our relationship is- was strictly professional.'

'Are you sure?' Tony asked with a one-sided smirk. 'It's not all that uncommon for colleagues to… engage in some form of romantic relationship.' The man's eyes trailed towards the blond for a split second, knowing that Steve must have heard him even though he did not meet his gaze. 'You invited him to spend the night at your mansion, right? And not just once.'

'Well, what can I say?' Pepper sighed. 'He was an attractive and charming man, but I didn't share a bed with him. I let him look at my spreadsheets not at my spread legs.' She met Tony's gaze with an equally cocky smirk, clearly surprising the man with her words.

'Hmm,' Steve hummed thoughtfully as he made some notes. 'Leaves me with one last question, for now. Where were you between twelve and two o'clock last night?'

Pepper's eyes widened as the question took her off guard, 'Uh… I had a couple of drinks at the bar in our lounge together with Aldrich… We stayed there till eleven or, eleven thirty. I went to bed after that and, as far as I know, so did Aldrich.'

'No late-night "matters" to discuss together?' Tony asked.

'No, detective Stark,' Pepper said calmly though a hint of irritation vibrated in her words. 'I was in bed, alone.' She stood up and looked at the two men. 'If that will be all?' She looked at Steve, smiling gently before leaving as the blond nodded silently.

'You think she's telling the truth?' Tony asked as he and Steve looked out the office window and watched Pepper enter the passenger side of her car, the door being held open by who they assumed was Bucky Barnes.

'She has no reasons to lie,' Steve shrugged. 'Not as far as we know, anyway.'

'We haven't spoken to our soldier yet, want me to go after them?'

'Don't bother,' Natasha said as she walked into the blond's office without warning, startling the two as always. 'Sam and I spoke to him while you two were busy interrogating Miss Potts.'

'And?' Steve asked, slightly impatient.

'Our Russian isn't much of a talker,' Sam said as he joined his partner, the four of them now being together again. 'All we got from him was that he hardly knew Killian and that he was taking a shower and going to bed somewhere around midnight.'

'Let me guess,' Tony asked with a slightly frustrated smile. 'No witnesses?'

'None. He said he finished walking his last security round through the mansion somewhere around twelve together with Thor.' Natasha continued. 'Then dropped Thor off at his room and went to bed.'

'Thor didn't say anything about that,' Tony noted. 'I wonder why. Want me to go get him?'

'Hmm, no, it's been enough for today,' Steve concluded as he looked at the clock, noticing that it was already past seven. 'I'm going home. Good job today guys, see you all tomorrow.'

Steve turned on the shower, waiting patiently for it to warm while undressing. He was happy to be home again, to just slumber on his slightly warn-down couch and watching a game of football after eating dinner. His apartment was not big, nor was it luxurious, but it was home.

'Room for two?'

Steve turned around in nothing but his boxers, his jeans in his hands. He scoffed softly at the sight of his lover standing in the door way. Yes, he loved his warn-down couch, a game of football, a good dinner, and, of course, his boyfriend. 'I'm sorry, sir, but this area is off limits for now.' He teased while folding his pants and placed them neatly with the rest of his clothes.

'Oh, is that so, detective?' Tony smirked as he crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway. 'That is such a shame, especially since I wanted to talk to you about a very big personal problem.' He walked into the bathroom with a pout, his hands folded behind his back.

'Tony, I'm serious,' the blond chuckled, taking a step back as Tony nearly pressed his lips against his neck. 'I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed, no fooling around okay? We really have to stop doing that.'

'Oh, but detective,' Tony sighed dramatically, placing the back of his hand against forehead. 'You have to listen to me, for I have a confession to make.' He then placed his hands against Steve's bared chest and pressed their bodies together, his fingers slowly trailing down the man's skin to his abs.

Steve blinked at first, but then just smiled. Tony wanted to play a game and Steve was eager to participate. 'Fine,' he wrapped his arms around the man, puling him closer against his chest. 'Tell me, sir, what is it you wanted to confess?'

'Well, detective,' Tony started, his lips nearly brushing those of the blond. 'I have done so many bad things in my life and I can't live with it any longer.' His voice was nothing but a sultry whisper, words vibrating against the blond's skin. Tony wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, his fingers gently caressing his skin. 'I think I need to be punished by a strong hand of the law.'

'I see,' Steve hummed in delight and tried to press his lips against Tony's, but the man teasingly moved backwards a little each time the blond made a move. He looked at his partner in slight confusion for a second, but eventually just smiled as he saw Tony's iconic smirk appear on his face. 'I think I am starting to understand your situation, sir.' He pushed Tony against the tiled wall and took a firm hold of his wrists, holding them above his head in one hand. 'I will personally see to it that your punishment will fit your crimes.'

Stark gasped softly as Steve moved a rough hand underneath his shirt, the cold tiles pressed against his back left him shivering. 'Please, sir,' he pleaded, throwing his head back as Steve pressed hot kisses in the nape of his neck. 'be gentle with me.' He moved a foot between Steve's legs, then slowly lifted his knee, pressing it against the blond's half-hard cock.

The man moaned softly, feeling the warmth of Tony's leg through his boxers. He let his teeth sink into his partner's neck, roughly, yet still careful enough not to break his skin. He could never really hurt Tony, not even if his partner wanted him to. He wanted to move his hips against Tony's leg, to just rut against him and feel the friction through his boxers.

But of course, Tony had other plans.

The playboy smirked, hearing Steve nearly growl in frustration as he placed his foot back on the floor. He stared straight into mesmerizing, bright-blue eyes, tainted with want. A challenging smirk formed on Tony's face and mischief gleamed in his eyes. 'Oops,' he let out in a virtuous whisper as he leaned forward, his breath hot against the blond's ear. 'What's wrong, officer?' His attitude changed, lust replacing innocence, a smooth and dark voice vibrating against Steve's skin, 'I thought you were going to properly punish me.' He bit down in the blond's helix, softly moving the skin between his teeth which rewarded him with lewd moan coming from his partner.

'Oh, I will punish you alright,' Steve smirked darkly. He let his fingers tangle with Tony's brown hair and pulled him back, a shiver of ecstasy running down his body as he heard the man groan. Their faces were flushed, hair sticking against their skin as the room filled with steam coming from the running shower. Steve grabbed Tony's ass, massaging it roughly before grabbing his wrist and pulling him under the hot water. 'You left me no choice but to take you to jail.'

Tony let out a soft yelp as he was pushed against the wall again, his chest pressed against the wet tiles. He closed his eyes as he felt Steve wrap his hands around his waist and eagerly pull down his pants and underwear. 'I think this might be against the law, sir.' He panted, feeling the blond's fingers wrap around his hard cock.

'Shut up, inmate,' Steve growled, pressing his groin against Tony's ass. He moved his hand, gently at first, but soon pumped it up and down so quickly that the only sound audible in the room where his partner's pleads for more.

Tony's mouth hang slightly open, desperate for oxygen in the steam-filled room. The tiles on the wall were cold against his flush cheeks, the sound of the water falling on the floor was not nearly enough to muffle his lewd cries and gasps. He pressed his eyes shut, lust stirring hot in his core as he came in Steve's willing hand.

'Think you've learned your lesson?' Steve growled in Tony's ear as the man's legs gave out and he caught him in his strong arms.

Tony panted for a minute, relying on his boyfriend to hold him while he caught his breath. He turned around and smirked as he saw Steve's wild eyes, 'Almost, sir,' he whispered, then pressed his lips against the blond's mouth, kissing him passionately.

Steve leaned into the kiss, wanting it to last forever, but as always, Tony had other plans. He felt Tony's lips move from his lips to his jawline, to his neck and down his chest. Before he knew it, the other man was on his knees, his mouth teasingly against the head of the blond's already leaking cock. Steve threw his head back and gritted his teeth, his fingers wondering through Tony's hair as the playboy pulled down his boxers and wrapped his lips around his cock.

Tony placed his hands on Steve's hips and hallowed his cheeks, skillfully fucking his face on the blond's cock. He licked the head, the bitterness of pre-cum sending a shiver down his spine, his moans stifled as he buried Steve's cock in his throat again. It did not take long before he felt the blond's hips quiver underneath his touch, telling him that he was about to come. Tony looked up through his lashes and saw Steve's chest heaving heavily with each breath he took.

'To-ny…' Steve gasped, uselessly trying to get a grip on the wet tiles. 'If you continue- I… I'll-' He tried to warn his partner, but Tony mercilessly continued to suck him off.

Steve came hard with a rough jerk of his hips, a flash of white appearing in front of his eyes for a split second as Tony sucked him through his orgasm. Tony swallowed every drop of the blond's warm cum, then gently licked him clean before getting back on his feet again.

The two panted and stared each other for a moment, their breathing finally stabilizing as they wrapped their arms around each other, their lips meeting yet again in a gentle and loving kiss.

'You really bring out the worst in me, Stark,' Steve said as he let himself fall on his bed. The springs protested with a soft squeak, the fresh linen releasing a faint scent of lavender.

'Using my last name, huh? That can't be good,' Tony chuckled as he entered the small bedroom of Steve's apartment in his boxers, a glass of scotch in his hand. He walked towards the bed, smiling as he mentally compared his own cluttered apartment with the ever-so tidy bedroom of his partner. 'What's wrong, hot stuff?' he asked as he placed his drink on the bedside table and joined Steve underneath the soft, dark-grey blankets.

'Everything,' Steve sighed. 'What we just did, and this, and…' He then turned towards Tony. 'We have to stop.'

'Stop what?' Tony asked innocently, though he could not suppress his smirk. He then sighed at the blond's slightly unamused expression. 'Steve, relax. We'll be fine as long as no one at the police station finds out.'

'But what if they do?'

'Then we'll get fired,' Tony stated matter-of-factly and he shrugged. 'but it won't get to that point. I mean, we've been dating for a couple of weeks now and no one has found out, right?'

'Right, but-' Steve wanted to protest, but was hushed by Tony's lips against his own. He closed his eyes, his muscles relaxing as he breathed in the man's scent.

'I love you, Rogers, and I'm not gonna let anyone stop me from doing so,' Tony smiled gently as he placed his hand on the blond's cheek, his thumb softly caressing his skin.

'I love you too, Stark,' A smile finally shined through on Steve's face. He tilted his head slightly to press his lips in the palm of Tony's hand.

'You better. I don't give such amazing blowjobs to just anyone,' Tony chuckled, his smile brightening as he saw Steve roll his eyes, a color forming on the man's cheeks. 'Now, go get some sleep. We've got a murder to solve tomorrow.' He pressed a kiss against Steve's forehead before turning off the light. He wrapped his arms around the blond, holding him against his chest as they both drifted off into the wonders of their dreams.