He was not pouting.
He was tony stark he didn't pout!
He was a genius, a billionaire, a scientist; he... had no good excuse.
Ok he was pouting but so sue him he was entitled, after all, yeah the sex was good and the no strings attached thing was awesome but it was not worth his favorite shirt.
And now even if he got something out of the deal aside from the great sex, which really, first touch with his gay side was pretty awesome, he was more than likely never going to see the guy again, hints one night stand hello, but that also meant his shirt was gone forever.
Sex so wasn't worth a vintage lucky Metallica t-shirt, even if it was gay sex.
Tony was sitting leaning on the desk in the lab space he and Bruce had all but taken over and claimed for themselves, running numbers in his head as he was want to do, so far he was at a 0.08319% chance of ever seeing Steve again.
Even if he did know where he lived, but going to sneak into the guys apartment just for a shirt was a little to ex-girlfriend stalker-isk for his style.
Also the guy was a thief, he had friends, lord knew what kind of security systems he had, sneaking into a criminals apartment was like going to a zoo in a bacon suit to clean out the pens with a big ol 'eat me' sign tapped to his back.
Now he was thinking about bacon.
He should have eaten breakfast, or lunch, or dinner the night before.
"Tony!"
He jumped at the shout of his name "the hell!" he demanded and looked at Bruce who was standing back looking amused "damn it brucie don't do that, I have a heart condition!"
Bruce shook his head fondly "no you don't tony, we've talked about this you just drink too much caffeine, also I was asking what happened to your hands"
Confused tony looked down just as they decided to throb and remembered the cuts.
They hurt more now that he was thinking about them.
"Just a fight with my old man"
He noticed the second Bruce got mother Hen-y because the man focused all his attention on him, even turning on the stool he'd sat on and pushed up his glasses "are you alright?"
Tony waved his hand "yeah, yeah, I'm fine just cut my hands up a little on a broken vase before I bailed"
"And met someone who was clearly taller and wider than you?" the man tugged at the sleeve of the shirt making tony swat at him "yeah I, ran into him while I was walking around"
Bruce smirked apparently catching the meaning "and he, what, took you hope to bandage your hands?" tony angled his head "well yeah that did happen" he barely surpassed a shiver remembering the way the man had but it "and I recognize that look so I don't want to hear any more about that, just let me see your hands"
Tony smirked at the man and dutifully held out his hands palm up for the man to examine "I don't see how it even matters really" he said as Bruce cut away the bandages "I mean I'm never gonna see the guy again"
The man glanced up from his work and seemed like he almost wanted to smirk, "you never know," he finally said before disinfecting the cuts stopping Tony's reply behind his teeth.
Shit but that hurt.
Steve walked into an antique/junk shop around 1:45 in the afternoon still amused from Tony's exit even if he was never going to see him, or his shirt, again.
He had a feeling the man's memory was going to become one he would look back on when he needed something to make him smile, which he didn't understand.
While Steve was no slut he did get around, after his first few attempts at relationships ended with sever heartbreak and nearly being turned into the cops, he had decided it was easier sticking with one-night stands whenever he got the itch for company.
Sure sometimes he missed the feeling of having someone else in his bed, having someone to wake up next to and feel the warmth of their body begging him to stay under the sheets and ignore the world.
He'd been in and out of so many beds over the years since his last failed relationship he forgot what it felt like...
Ok maybe he was a little bit of a slut but that was beside the point.
His point was he missed having a relationship, making love instead of just having sex.
Not that he was going to do anything about it though, it was too dangerous and why was he even thinking about this anyway?
He'd never see the kid again, or his lucky shirt with the star on it.
While most thieves would freak out if they lost their lucky whatever he didn't, it was just superstition and besides, tony probably needed the luck more than he did, if his father hurt him enough to drive him out of his home in the middle of the night.
It might make things better for him.
Shaking himself Steve smiled at the teenage blonde girl behind the counter than grinned back even if her cheeks went slightly red and nodded toured the back room.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one early.
Checking his watch, Steve hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and walked into the back room.
Sometimes having wide shoulders really fucking sucked, he thought as he slid between some random pieces of furniture all but
having to walk sideways in some places.
He was pretty sure sometimes Jan kept it like that on purpose just to give him grief.
If her cooking wasn't so damn good, he was sure they'd have found a new place to meet up years ago.
Then again, this place was also a good place to offload their loot so, maybe he shouldn't complain too loud.
He caught an expensive looking vase that his bag knocked over and cursed while putting it back, then again maybe he should complain louder.
Reaching the door to the back room, a private office of sorts, he opened the door and walked in.
A man was sitting at the table in the center of the room, feet kicked up on the table and reading a book of some sort, it looked like a ledger.
Dropping his bag on the table he leaned on it with one arm and put the other at his hip "Jan having you fix the books again?" he questioned.
The dark haired man glanced up for barely a moment before returning his eyes to the pages and instead of speaking immediately, flicked his fingers at Steve in a gesture Steve knew since childhood.
Basically, it stood for 'shut the fuck up I'm concentrating'
Steve rose a brow at the motion and smirked, sitting across from the man, it took about two minutes for him to pencil in something erase something else, then close the book and toss it onto the table "Barton moved some big products recently, idiot forgot to tell us until yesterday" he explained.
With a smirk Steve leaned forward "I'm sure that's all there was" if he added any more sarcasm to his words he was sure the man would try and smack him "funny punk" Bucky Barnes said and pulled his feet off the table to stand and look at Steve's haul.
"There might have been a few extra expenses Jan needed to make disappear" Steve smirked and leaned back in his seat making it squeak "clothes or shoes"
"Yes" he couldn't stop his laugh not that he tried "also" Bucky suddenly spoke looking up from the loot "Barton bought you some more of that solvent shit you use, trying to buy your forgiveness I guess"
Steve snorted and crossed his arms "normally I'd a least demand new charcoals but it wasn't that bad so I won't kill him, this time"
Apparently, something in his voice made his childhood friend curious because he looked up through dark strands of hair not held in the knot on the back of his head "who'd you follow home"
Steve tried to look innocent but he was never good at it so he doubted he fooled Bucky "what are you talking about barns?"
"I'd know that fresh fucked glow anywhere Rogers, spill, who let a devil like you into their bed"
Steve pursed his lips in an amused way "everyone"
The slightly older man stumbled back and grasped his chest with his hand "oh god! The ego! It's smothering me" Steve couldn't help laughing; it was nice hearing Bucky teasing like he use to before the accident.
"So spill" Bucky said again sitting back down in his chair leaving the haul ignored in exchange for gossiping like a teenager, which neither of them has been in years.
"Just a guy that kept me out of the back of a squad car, trick Nat told us about works pretty well" Bucky stared at him "you made out with some guy on the side of the street to avoid the cops?"
For a moment after Steve nodded, everything was silent and then Bucky started laughing, "That's my boy!" Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head "fuck off barns" he muttered then looked around "So where is everyone?"
Bucky looked up from the phone he had pulled out of some crevice Steve didn't want to think about "Barton's gonna be late as usual, Jan it on the internet possibly shopping, and Romanov is still in class, she'll be here after she's finished and picked up the solvent shit Barton ordered"
Steve smirked slightly "it's called turpentine Bucky and I didn't see you calling it shit when it got that 'mysterious' stain out of your shirt"
Bucky glared at him at the reminded of the job gone wrong in so many ways.
It hadn't even been the job that caused it, it had been the prank war the job had started, and it lasted for months and only stopped when Steve threatened bodily harm.
Even now, he wasn't positive it really stopped; more like was stuck on hold.
Or happened where Steve couldn't catch wind from it or get doused in buckets filled with melted ice water.
Again.
