For a while, Steve had been hanging out with Tony. Tony was completely fine with it. Though Pepper and Bruce made jokes about it sometimes. They were the only people Tony told. Thankfully neither of them were blabbermouths. But Tony had a suspicion that Natasha knew, too. She was a highly intelligent woman, and very observational. So, Tony wasn't sure if she gave Tony that knowing look whenever he was with Steve, or if he was just becoming paranoid.

The more Tony hung out with Steve, the more comfortable he was with him. Sure he was awkward at first, because it was Steve, in his lab. Which meant Tony spent more time undressing the Captain than actually working. But, eventually, Steve just stared to blend into the couch that he so perfectly perched on. That's how they spent most of their days. Tony would work, Steve would sit on the couch and draw, and every so often they would talk about things.

What really bothered Tony was Steve's sketch book. He had always been a nosey person, and he wanted to know what Steve spent so much time drawing. No, he needed to know what was in that book. If he didn't find out, he would go crazy. And then one glorious day, Steve fell asleep on Tony's couch. He only noticed when he heard a thwack from the sketchbook falling on the floor and the pencil dropping immediately after.

It wasn't really Tony's fault that he saw all the drawings. When the book fell, it opened up to a drawing of Tony. So naturally, he had to look at the rest of the pictures. He flipped back to the beginning. There were drawings of everyone on the team. At least one of them in their uniforms and one of them in regular clothes. There was even one of Fury, Agent Hill, and Phil(who Tony hadn't gone back to referring as "Agent' when he found out Phil was alive.) Steve had even done some marvelous sketches of Loki and the Chitauri invading New York.

Tony recognized some of the buildings Steve had drawn, though most of them were of the Avengers Tower. Towards the back of the book, was what spiked Tony's interest. Page after page were drawings of Tony. Working in the lab, standing around in the kitchen, pretty much anything Tony had done in front of Steve. The drawings themselves were amazing. Steve had true talent, there was no doubt about it. But Tony felt like Steve had spent more time on the pictures of him than the other ones because they were perfect. Like, Steve had worked on them until every line was correct.

Suddenly Tony felt guilty. He knew these weren't meant for anyone's eyes but the blonde man sprawled awkwardly across his couch. But he was Tony Stark, when had he ever let a little thing like guilt stop him? The last drawing in there, the one that Steve had been working on when he fell asleep, made Tony's breath hitch. It wasn't finished, but it was more than obvious who it was a drawing of. Two men were on the page, tangled in a heap, with a blanket barley covering their naked bodies. It was clear that the smaller man was Tony, though if there were any doubt of the facial features, the detailed drawing of the arc reactor in his chest made it perfectly clear. The other man, holding Tony in his arms was Steve.

A big grin stretched across Tony's face as he put the sketchbook on the ground. Silently, he left the room, not wanting to wake Steve up. He had some planning to do.