Author's Note: This one in particular I like. Usually in stories Steve is sort of old fashioned and not 'with' the media culture so I thought I'd flip that on its head a do something a little different. I am a huge zombie addict myself, wonder if I should try and tackle the topic sometimes, have high hopes. Anyway, enjoy!
Little Moments Like These
Zombies (Prompt 3: Watching a movie)
"Tony?" a blonde head poked around the corner of the door, eyes panning the organized chaos of the lab. DUM-E beeped in greeting, the big man absently patting the machine on his way by. "Tony?" he tried again a little worried, the place was far too quite, but he knew the man was here JARVIS had said so. He navigated around a half dismantled suit, finally spotting him sitting on the floor. Surrounded by the pieces of something that was probably more advanced then Steve could understand.
Approaching the man from behind he finally realized why Tony had not answered him, he was wearing a large pair of black head phones. A few paces behind him he leaned over the man waving a hand in front of dark eyes, grinning with amusement when the smaller man jumped a foot in the air. Clutching his arc he pulled off the headphones, giving the chuckling Captain a glare, "Christ Steve scared me." Blue eyes blinked innocently, "You here for a reason other then trying to cut short my probably already brief life?" Steve nodded eagerly, "Everyone is out…I thought maybe we could watch a movie?" he asked hesitantly.
The dark haired man wanted to be mad at the man, but those eyes. He found himself giving in with a nod, "Yeah could use a break, what are we watching?" Steve frowned a moment recalling the name of the movie Clint had been insisting he watch for months. "It's Dawn of the Dead, Clint says it's a classic," Tony blinked in surprise before a sort of soft nostalgic smile crossed his face, "I haven't watched that in ages." Standing slowly he stretched cramped limbs, heading for the sink on the far side of the room he washed grease stained hands, humming absently as he used the citrus smelling lava soap. Steve watched patiently at the door, watching every movement, of the well muscled form. The stained white tank was covered with a black hoodie as he joined him; the pair heading up to the common room.
"Popcorn?" Tony asked heading to the kitchen, "Yes please!" Steve called as he carefully cued up the movie, pleased he could now work the complex remote and TV. Several minutes later Tony returned bowl and soda's in hand. They settled together on the couch, hips touching despite the size of the thing Tony not minding in the least. Steve hit play, "You know what this is about?" shaking his head, the Cap leaned further into the smaller man snagging a handful of popcorn. Tony wasn't sure if he should warn him, or just wait and see how it all played out.
He opted to wait, alternately watching the movie and Steve to gage his reaction. He had been a little worried that the man from the past would be terrified, but as the movie got going he was very much mistaken. Steve was fascinated. "So they die, but come back to life to eat the living?" he clarified not taking his eyes off the screen, "You got it, unless you shoot them in the head." Steve hummed, eyes wide "Well that only makes sense." Tony was trying not laugh, the man blushed crimson whenever Clint mentioned something sexual, but zombies didn't faze him in the least. "Good idea to hold up the mall," he looked at Tony pointing, "Solid strategic planning, close to resources, able to defend their position." The little comments continued all through the feature, Tony arguing with him at times mainly for the sake of playing devil's advocate. At some point Steve had slid sideways into the smaller man's chest as they stretched out on the couch cuddled together.
When the credits rolled the big man seemed a little disappointed it was over, "You know there are tons of zombie movies right?" Steve lit up, "Really?" Tony nodded, "JARVIS, cue up Night of the Living Dead original Romero version please." The AI confirmed and the movie changed. "George Romero arguably pioneered the genre, his original low budget movie hit a nerve with people at the time. It was edgy in your face; a social allegory of the late sixties." The blonde nodded thoughtfully, looking intrigued.
Tony finally gave in to his overwhelming curiosity and asked, "How come you're enjoying it?" unconsciously rubbing a callused thumb across the big mans hands. "I don't really know…I guess maybe because we see so much of the bad the idea of humanity taking it's self apart seems both impossible and plausible. More so here in this time then in mine, everything seems so decadent…I wonder sometimes if it will all fall apart." Tony blinked digesting his words, "Thoughts are running deep there Spangles," blushing he wiggled closer to the warm man. "How many movies have zombies?" wiry arms wrapped around wide shoulders as the car wound towards the cemetery on screen, "So many, but no worries…we can watch them all." Steve pressed a soft kiss to his chest just over his arc, "I think I'd like that."
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"No way my shield, way better," Steve argued as they entered the kitchen the next morning, the others already in various states of breakfast. "But my lasers take out more then one at a time," Tony was pouring a cup of coffee for each of them, "You would eventually run out of power though, realistically." The genius paused, considering, "Ok I'll give you that." Clint frowned at them, "What are you talking about?" Steve looked at him big blue eyes wide and innocent, "Zombie apocalypse." Tony thought it was worth it to see the total shock on all their faces.
There was a heartbeat of silence, "No way my arrows would work way better then your shield," Clint looked utterly serious as he began to list the merits of not having to find clips, while Tasha interjected, "You have to go collect arrows Cap's shield comes back," Thor confused looked to Steve for help, "What is this 'zombie' you speak of? A new enemy?" Bruce not to be outdone very calmly stated his opinion, "You think Hulk can be zombified?" That got everyone going.
Over the arguing and the yelling, blue eyes met brown as Tony leaned in close to the big guy, very seriously and with the utmost sincerity he whispered softly, "If you turned into a zombie I'd shoot you in the head." Steve smiled at him, "I'd take you out too Tony."
