You asshole!" Once again Steve was dodging another person at the entrance. This time it was a man.
"E-excuse me sir…" He mumbled as he flew passed him.
"Screw you!" The blond screamed back before disappearing.
He sighed toward the door, and shook his head before opening it. It was around noon and Steve decided Tony's meeting should be over by now, and he really wanted to get his bag back. He realized he'd left it here halfway back to Shield yesterday.
"Anthony?" Steve knew he hated his name, but he couldn't help it. The more he was around the man, the more the name suited him better. He looked around, but couldn't see Tony anywhere.
"Mr. Stark is in his bathroom, sir." Jarvis' voice caused Steve to jump slightly.
"Oh…thank you." He stood there awkwardly for a moment, he was taught not to just barge in to someone's home. "…Is he alright?"
"…Tony did not go to his meeting this morning, and has consumed a high level of alcohol since your departure yesterday." Steve could have sworn he heard concern in the robot's voice.
"...Gosh." He decided to sit on the sofa until Tony came out. "Is he going to be in trouble?"
"Of course not…" Tony walked in, wearing nothing but a pair of black pajama pants that hung low on his hip. He really needed to eat more Steve thought, but he was definitely very attractive. The thought caught him off guard, where had that come from?
"Jarvis simply rescheduled." Tony headed straight for the bar.
"What happened to your head!?" He was beside the billionaire in an instant. There was a knot on his right temple with a small, but deep gash.
He grimaced. "Could you not yell…my head already has two jack hammers drilling on it?"
"Sorry…" Steve lowered his voice. "What happened? Have you had it checked out?" Steve didn't try to hide his concern. "We can call Bruce over and-"
"I am fine…" Stark was not in the mood for anymore company. "A few shots, and a couple ibuprofen, I will be all better."
"…Yeah, because booze is the answer…" Steve crossed his arms, and looked at the older man disapprovingly.
"Hey, Captain Crunch, if you are here to argue then just leave." He really didn't want Steve to leave, but he didn't want to argue either…His head couldn't take it.
After a moment Steve huffed, but nodded his head. "I'm sorry…"
Tony smiled, taking a drink of his whiskey. "That's a good boy, now let's go teach you something fun."
Steve wasn't happy, the older man needed to talk about his problems but he didn't know how to make him. He was pretty sure shouting wasn't going to get through though. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking we go out for a movie?" Somewhere cool and dark sounded great for his head. "Then we could go for dinner, my treat. That way I can show you the best roads to travel this city."
That didn't sound bad at all. "Swell...um, I mean great..." Tony grinned, but didn't comment on him switching his words. "Before we go though, did I leave my bag..."
"On the counter." He nodded toward the kitchen. "Watch where you leave your things, I was tempted to snoop." Tony half joked.
"Go ahead, I have nothing to hide..." Steve hollered as he walked over to retrieve the bag of art supplies, a book, and a few erasers.
"Of course you don't..." Tony mumbled to himself.
"Who was that young fella that left?" Steve asked on the way back. "He looked pretty upset with you."
"Well, he thought I would give him more than planned, that's his fault."
Steve looked completely lost, it was cute. "I wanted sex and a good time, he wanted all that and my wallet." Tony decided not to sugar coat it, because the kid deserved to know the kind of person he was trying to 'help'. "When i told him that play time was over, he needed to leave, he took a swipe at me."
Steve's face turned a light shade of pink as he stared at the floor for a moment. "O-Oh...Wait." Steve quickly recovered, looking back at Tony. "He did that to you?" He pointed at the wound on his head.
"Well, he would have loved to, but I dodged his attempt..." Tony cleared his throat, looking away with his next words. "However, I am a little too hungover and that quick movement was a little more spin than I expected. My head had an unpleasant introduction to the side of my sink."
"Jesus...Anthony..." He touched his head again, concern returning but it was mixed with disapproval.
Tony shrugged, enjoying the gentle touches from the other. His hands were warm, and very large, which Tony really liked. "Too bad too, I was hoping to call that one back for another round later."
"Another round?" Tony looked at Steve, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. His eyes immediately went back to the floor, his hand falling back to his sides, when he understood what Anthony was talking about. "...Oh."
"What's wrong, can the famous Captain America not take a little homosexual action?" He teased harder, stepping next to the man and whispering in his ear. "You shouldn't knock it 'til you try it Cap..." He brushed his lips against a reddening ear, his breath was warm and his voice low "especially with me."
Steve's face was bright red now and he took a step back from the nearly naked man, rubbing at his ear in the process. "W-We should probably go or we will miss the movie." He didn't even know what movie the two were seeing, much less when it started, but he was too nervous to think of anything else.
Tony only gave his famous grin and walked away to get dressed.
Steve laughed as he walked back into the house, answering Jarvis' greeting as he did. Tony wasn't too far behind him. "Did you see that one gal?" Steve started. "She nearly threw herself at you."
"What can I say?" Tony held his arms opened, dropping his jacket on the sofa. "I am irresistible."
Steve rolled his eyes at that. "Sure."
"You don't believe me?" He put on a hurt expression and continued. "Oh, to be seen as a liar in the eyes of someone I idolized growing up."
Steve laughed as Tony continued to rant. He liked this, when Anthony was like this. The two were having so much fun out on the town that he was almost positive the genius was completely sober, at least he didn't see him stop for a drink. The two never made it to dinner because they spent the last few hours dodging a mob of fans, which still turned out to be pretty fun.
"Shhh!" Tony clamped a hand over Steve's mouth, who shot him a look of annoyance. "We should be safe here..." He whispered, letting his hand fall after a moment.
"Anthony...We are in some dirty alley?" Steve pointed out, whispering too for some reason. It was a very small alley at that, just enough room for the two of them to be pressed together.
"Yes, it is called hiding." Tony smiled up at him then glanced back to the entrance the two squeezed in through; you could hear the girls screaming and see the flashing of cameras. Hopefully it was dark enough to be concealed.
Steve remained quiet, because he didn't know what else to do at this moment, eventually he settled for Tony's wound. "Does it still hurt?" He asked, reaching up to touch it gently.
Tony looked up just in time for Steve's hand to land on his cheek. The blond looked surprised for a moment then smiled. "You know, I never liked facial hair until I met you." His thumb ran gently over the dark hairs.
"Is that your best compliment?" Tony joked, but his pulse sped up and he really wanted to press his face into that warm hand. He didn't though, and held off a frown when Steve let his hand fall.
"Well, I could say that your chest gives off a great romantic glow...?"
It was enough to knock Tony into a fit of laughter, which got the attention of a fan.
"You idolized me?"
"What kid didn't? You are the first Avenger, the original."
"Oh? I thought I was a 'prototype'" Steve shot back, still smiling,
Tony cringed a little. "Yeah, I don't know if you noticed but I have a strong tendency to be a dick..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that, I can make a couple sandwiches to make up for it?"
"Deal." Steve said, sitting on the sofa and grabbing the remote. He could do this. Tony smiled with great amusement from the kitchen when music started blasting through the house.
After a few more minutes he walked a back to the living room with a couple sandwiches in one hand, and beers in the other. "Having troubles?" He spoke loudly to be heard by the aggravated hero, who was scratching his head and staring at the remote.
"I thought this button was for 'music'?"
"That one was for the playlists."
Steve frowned. "There's more than one button for music?" Tony sat everything on the coffee table and took the remote. "Sure is, I even have..." He pressed a few buttons and watched Steve's face light up at the song.
"I know this!"
"I thought you might...Benny Goodman." He sat down and watched Steve listen happily, just glad to hear something familar probably. H epicked up a beer and held it out to the other. "Just one?"
Steve stared at the offered beverage, but shook his head. "I told you, I can't..."
"No one said this was to get shit faced, just see if you like the taste." He tried again.
"No, Anthony, It isn't for that reason...I can't drink because I am only twenty."
It was Tony's turn to stare. He picked up the remote again and muted the music. "...Did you say that you are only twenty?" When Steve nodded his jaw almost hit the floor. "I knew you were young, but wow!" Tony held the bottle up again "I'm not the police you know, so you could..." He hinted, but wasn't surprised when Steve crossed his arms and gave that adorable 'You have chosen poorly' look.
"Nice try, but I tend to follow the rules." Tony just rolled his eyes, but continued to smile. He expected nothing less from Captain America. "Well, how old are you?" Steve's question made him scoff.
"I am definitely not telling you now." He took a quick drink of the beer and crossed his legs.
"Oh come on..." Steve tried again, but the older man only shook his head. He knew Tony was quite a bit older than him, but that didn't really bother him.
'Besides, he looks great...'
Steve straightened up at that thought and cleared his throat. "...We-well that isn't fair." He started talking to get his thoughts to steer away from the gutter, which they were flirting with.
"...I believe I am going to be forty soon." Tony said quietly, fiddling with his bottle.
"Wow...You are getting old." He let out an amused shout when Tony jumped at him, knocking the bottle to the floor for a fancy robot to clean.
"I thought you of all people would respect your elders!" Tony said, tickling the man, who tried to crawl away but ended up being straddled.
"Anth...I'm sorr- St-sto...!" Steve tried to speak, but he could stop laughing and Tony loved the way it sounded.
"What was that?" He joked, but faltered when Steve's hip bucked up into him. He just realized what kind of position the two were in, and he liked it. He paused long enough for Steve to catch on too. His face was red from laughing, he was still trying to control a random chuckle or two.
"You have a beautiful smile..." Tony didn't mean to say it out loud, but there was no use in regretting it now. He didn't give Steve a chance to answer, he leaned forward and kissed him. He was waiting for that quick shove and angry glare but it didn't happen. Instead, he felt a pair of hesitant hands grip his hips and lips move against his.
It only lasted a moment before Steve gently pushed him back to sit up.
Did he just get a willing kiss? He was still trying to process what had happened when Steve spoke up. "It..It's getting late Anth..ah Tony, I should get hom..uh back to Shield..."
It was also cute how he stumbled over his words when he was nervous.
"You're leaving?" If he really did kiss him back then he was definitely down for him staying. All night. Maybe even all day tomorrow? He could do that. "I am sure I have room for you in my bed?" He stated boldly.
Steve blushed and stood up to grab his bag. "No...I shouldn't, I mean, we shouldn't..." He shook his head and sighed. "It doesn't always have to be about how fast you can get someone in the sack..."
Tony looked up at him, confused. "So, you kiss me but you don't want to get laid?"
"I don't know what that was, but I'm not looking to get laid..." Steve shuffled his feet and stared at the ground. "I really like spending time with you, so can we leave it at that for now?"
"...Sure, if that is what you want." This was new to him, and also confusing but everything that involved Steve Rogers seemed to be that way. Again, the smile on his face was worth it.
"Thanks...I'll come back later, tomorrow maybe?" He asked, walking backwards and tripping over the step next to the door. He caught himself though, and gave an embarrassed laugh before bumping into the door. Tony only smiled, watching him. Why was he so nervous?
"See you tomorrow." He confirmed. "And be ready..."
Steve stopped right before walking out the door. "Ready for what?"
"We are going to play dress up."