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Chapter 3
A test of patience.
True to his words, Steve informed his friend about his will to have a"talk" about last night's event. No longer was he agitated by Tony walking off at the fundraiser then showing up half-drunk and uncaring a few hours later, bothering him about going home without a "conquest". That was another thing the soldier wasn't fond of, but never told the each their own, and those girls knew what they got themselves into. They even loved what they got themselves into really. Sometimes Steve wondered which person really was the conquest in those instances because those women carried it like a trophy.
It's not that he was jealous.
He wasn't, it just that…well.
After recognizing the vague hint of loneliness behind those brown eyes, it got him thinking. All those women were meaningless. Those short moments during the night never did his friend any good, for when morning showed up those women or girls left or were asked to leave; it depended on the situation. Not once did he share their bed. Instead he shared the lab with Bruce Banner, working during the early grey morning hours. This mere physical thing, this playboy status Tony was stuck in did not do him well. All other people that thought he did well were horribly wrong, even the man in all that uncomfortable inappropriate flirting, it should stop as well if the engineer found happiness, would it not? Then finally he could stop feeling uncomfortable whenever his friend looked at him with those warm brown eyes.
As if on cue a familiar face came into view, dark sleepless circles under the eyes face set in a grumpy fashion. During the past weeks spent here Steve had learned that trying to talk to Tony before his morning coffee was an impossible feat. The first time he tried to have a conversation with the genius still stuck with him, like now. The sleep deprived man had entered the room, only to be friendly greeted by the tall soldier. The only answer Steve got was a prickly glare as Tony said one work in a childlike, demanding tone. "Coffee."
Ever since then they developed a routine. After a decent morning workout and a good wake-up shower Steve could be found in the kitchen,diligently making coffee for his friend. It was always on cue, as if Tony knew when the machine stopped dripping the deep, dark fluid. The short engineer would arrive in the kitchen, either from his workshop or bedroom if he had gotten any sleep. And like always, this day was no exception, with a friendly smile Steve held up a cup of hot, steaming coffee.
The first word Tony could think off when he saw the all-too-perfect and caring smile was "bastard", as he accepted the offered drink. The second words were something along the line of "Goddamn, and gorgeous."Given he had listened to Steve, he did head back to his bed in hope of peaceful sleep. But it was the same strong man that had kept him awake staring at the ceiling in the dark. It had been a while, since the genius had thought of another man in a sexual way. In a 'come to my room and I'll ravish you all night long until your legs can not longer carry you' way. Possibly during the early nineties, perhaps even the late eighties? That time when every spoiled, fearless, rich kid experimented with their sexuality and bad fashion choices. To have those desires' for a stronger, flat chested and generally more masculine bed partner rose now. Really bad timing… even more when you considered the subject of his appetite; the ever-gallant, friendly and naïve Steven Rogers with his beautiful blue eyes. And his alter ego;the valiant, strong and righteous Captain America, the most perfect man in the world, who just happened to live under the same was his own idea, one he absolutely did not regret one teeny tiny bit. It just so happened that he woke up with rather uncomfortable morning wood and delicious thoughts about having his Captain over for breakfast in his room. If the good soldier could read minds he might blush so hard he'd burn up. Tony Stark had a rather vivid and lively imagination.
Which should not form a problem now, would it?
Shit. He was royally screwed.
"Enjoy your breakfast Tony, you look like you need it." said the soldier while watching the man, who with all probability was his best friend now, take his first sip of coffee.
"Don't mention it grandpa." mumbled the engineer sarcastically,secretly admiring that nicely-shaped behind covered in grey slacks. He wouldn't mind to take a bite out of that.
"Hungry?" asked Steve, mistaking the intense stare towards him for a regular look of hunger. He was making sandwiches anyway.
Tony gave a cocky but lazy grin."Yes, I wouldn't mind a bite." He even smiled, albeit a tad devilish.
The soldier carried on his work. Even now nothing had changed. No matter how small his team was, he would still take care of them. Even Bruce ate his sandwiches, stealing them during mid-day from the fridge to eat them on his way to the lab. It made him feel a bit more useful in this world. He carried the plate to the table and sat down. "First pick of the day Stark, take one."
Even without using his commanding soldier's tone Tony felt compelled to listen to Steve. So he took one out without care, eating it with a rather disinterested face. Sandwiches made by Captain America were the best, but he'd never let the man know.
"Look I'm sorry, I might have overreacted yesterday. But you left me there standing as bait for the sharks. I'm not used to party's and events like that. Wasn't back in the forties, surely aren't now. But I appreciate your efforts, so I forgive you." He really did, staying mad wasn't something he did surely not for such a stupid reason.
The engineer waved his comment away. "Stop right now, you don't need to apologize." And neither did he.
"Just stop flirting with me. Others might not mind it but it makes me feel uncomfortable." The tall Captain stated clearly, his blue eyes on Tony, waiting for his reaction.
As if he'd listen, he could pretend to listen. But knowing Steve and the way those steel-blue eyes stared at him, he'd catch the lie easily. So he shrugged and said. "Can't teach an old dog new tricks, soldier boy."
The tall blond sighed, knowing that the engineer's words were unfortunately true. Whatever speech he had thought up, all the meaningful words and wise advice would do no good.
Starks never listened.
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