as always: i still do not own marvel

chapter 8 the peace is over

A few days later and Tony still had not gotten the noise wiped from his head, this utter delicious noise that had slipped from Steve's lips in a dream. It was there etched in his mind for all eternity, fuelling his already hot and sweaty daydreams about the broad-shouldered soldier. Now he didn't just have video he had audio to go with it as well. And yes he loved teasing Steve with it, at any given time of day, it was expected of you "you being Tony Stark in this position".

Just as it was expected that Captain America was nothing but pure goodness, physical human perfection (and according to Tony also mental perfection, ok the guy wasn't a genius such as him but Steve's intelligence well exceeded the norm). And overall a positive radiant person, a shining beacon of hope and that other entire crap people used to describe his friend in the news. Well they were wrong and Tony was surprised at that, ok, first time they had met they got on a wrong start. But even then Steve was, well... Steve, you could not describe the man with better words.

What met him this morning in the kitchen was nothing like the man he had seen all these other early mornings, exactly sixty-two days to be correct. Steve looked weary and tired, as if sleep was deprived from him and he urgently needed coffee. A face Tony saw whenever he decided to look into a mirror lately. "Steve?" He said acknowledging the tall grumpy looking man, who uncharacteristic of himself replied with nothing but silence.

Those blue eyes staring at him now burned, and so they switched places the first time. Tony created coffee leaving Steve alone on his stool for the time being, until he placed a warm full mug of the liquid right under his friend's nose." I know you don't really drink it like I do, but trust me you really need it."

"Thanks."

"So what has the great Captain America reduced to a man with sudden mood swings, because it is freaking me out." This was the truth because now Tony had this sudden urge to do something, anything, to make the man smile. Like a blow-job those always managed to make him smile. Tony snap out of it now is not the time to think about a national icon. On the other hand...

"Not a what." Answered Steve softly, the coffee seemingly doing its job faster than the speed of light. Instantly pulling Tony from his thoughts, a shame really he was about to have such a good time in his imagination.

"So it's a who." Noted Tony and the silence that followed from Steve could only be taken in as a yes.

"Are you finally admitting to be sexually frustrated Steve, because honestly I figured that out already a few days ago when you were having a happy time in your dreams." Secretly Tony enjoyed the hint of panic crossing that handsome blue eyed-face. What he didn't enjoy however was that the captain seemed seriously troubled by his words, joke's and jests had never been taken in with such emotion from the captain before. So why now? He shouldn't pry, he really shouldn't. But somehow his urge to delve deeper was stronger than his common sense, a problem all Starks shared.

"Whoa, calm down Cap it's ok you know, not judging here seriously. I mean if I was in your shoes I'd be half driven insane by the worst case of blue balls I ever had."

"Who has blue balls?" Said a curious voice from around the kitchen corner only to reveal its owner a few seconds later when Clint walked in.

"Captain abstinence here."

Hawkeye's observant gaze shifted to Steve. "Really? You still haven't gotten it on yet?"

The poor blond soldier was a deer caught in headlights, stuck between tony and Clint with no way of crawling out of evading their chosen topic of conversation. But like the true soldier Steve was he carried on doing what he knew best, advancing forward. "I…I can't."

Tony wondered how such an obviously strong man could appear so small and innocent at the same time. "Sure you can, I bet there is a line of woman waiting for you and your Capsickle." Tony had to grin at his own joke.

"I'm with Stark on this one, go out and get some booty Cap." Instantly the Hawk's piercing eyes turned to Tony, who immediately regretted ever bringing on the subject of Captain America's lack of sex-life.

"Any booty" Added Clint and this time it was definitely directed towards Tony, who started to feel whole uncomfortable as of now.

"Guys I already told you Elaine is a friend."

"You can be friends with benefits in this century Steve it's perfectly normal. And from what you told me I'd say she would be game for that, you don't need to have feelings to have sex." Wise man would shut their mouths when assassins knew… apparently not so private things. But real geniuses kept on talking, covering-up any crack that might burst open otherwise.

"That's not the point Tony I do not want her that way." Steve was clearly getting agitated now, all Tony got was more curious. If his friend wasn't interested in the girl he dated, or the girl who dated him. Then what woman had his eye?

"I can't…you know, not with somebody I don't have feelings for. And yes I realise you both think I'm begin old-fashioned but gosh darn it I just can't ok!"

"You are cute when you try to swear Cap." Tony knew he was being an ass, especially since Steve really seemed to have enough of this by now. It wasn't nice to tease the object of his affection any further, but Steve's red blushing cheeks made it all worthwhile.

"Tony cut it out." Ok, Steve definitely had enough of this, the soft spoken voice of his friend was replaced by one who held more authority. It was by all accounts rather hot, thought the genius adding it to his imaginary list.

Steven Rogers can be adorable and sizzling hot at the same times, when he uses his commanding "Captain" voice while blushing like a schoolgirl. It was the kind of awkward cuteness Steve displayed that made Tony want to ravish him until he heard the most delicious sounds from those lips, preferably ones calling out his name and god in the same sentence. But that voice and strong-willed blue eyes made him almost re-think his preferred sexual position, almost.

"Oh for crying out loud I can't take this any longer, it physically hurt to see you two juggling around the subject. Each and everyone of us kno-"

"Clint." None of them heard the elusive spy enter the kitchen but her cold warning voice made hush for now.

But Tash it's driving me crazy. Of course Clint didn't say it out loud but the truth was evident on his face for the red-haired spy. Who in reply just had to stare back sternly, making Hawkeye's shoulders hang in immediate defeat. " Ok ok i get it Tash." With a huff Clint grabbed a snack from the fridge and left with Natasha.

It took a while but eventually the bitter mood started clearing up, finally Tony could breath again. But really did every Avenger knew about his... crush... situation with Steve, that did not forebode well, not if he was being that obvious. Ok given Natasha was a spy, she virtually lived on information so Tony could forgive her.

He looked at Steve, who was still starring absent minded to the vacant space Clint had occupied, brow furrowed in thought. Tony hoped the kind soldier was still oblivious to his attraction, but if things kept going the way they where it was inevitable, Steve would find out. "Penny for your thought Cap."

Those baby blue orbs looked at him and Tony knew he was a total goner, because for a slight moment between the confusion and irritation running in Steve's eyes he saw something else. And it had to be his mind reaching a new lever of crazy because in that split-second he saw nothing but pure affection."It's noting Tony but you are right, I have been feeling frustrated."

"See admitting it out loud isn't that hard, now all you need is to do something about it." Tony really didn't like the solemn look on Steve's face, it wasn't a good look. The man should laugh, smile and be annoyingly radiant or something, not this sorrowful state that reminded the engineer of his own despair.

"I really wish I could Tony but."

"No but's Cap, you said she isn't the one. That implies that there is somebody else that has you daydreaming, and don't you think i haven't noticed there is something going on up here." Tony found himself ruffling those blond strands of hair and enjoying their soft feel a bit to much. But before anybody could dwell on it, believing it to be more than a friendly touch of encouragement he stopped. " And you were right, I should also probably find somebody, or at least get laid numerous times in the process. Just go and get that mystery girl of yours and sweep her off her feet with some of your old fashioned charms, chicks dig that sort of thing." Just like Tony favoured Steve's quirky forties habits and words.

"In fact I should get out and do that right now, follow my advice oldie or else you'll end up being an old hermit." With that Tony left for his lab in a hurried pace.

"Thank you Tony, you are a good friend."

Some friend I am, thought Tony, friends didn't dream of pounding the other into the mattress. Ok well he did and that was normal, but that was besides the point. Friends, or better said Tony Stark, didn't dream about whispered moans of love in the heat of the moment nor about staying in bed with the same person afterwards He needed to let it out of his system, the least he owed himself and Steve was to try and delete this burning virus.

Steve needed a friend, not a lovesick fool.

"Jarvis call the team, tell them to ready the jet I'm heading to Malibu for a couple of days."

"Yes sir."

"Tony are you sure you should be doing this."

"Jesus Christ Bruce do you always sneak up on poor unsuspecting, handsome men like that?" Tony could have sworn the lab was vacant save for him.

Bruce was giving him this over-thinking look, not judging,yet but oh so close. "Because I think you are running from the issue."

"I don't have issue's, there is nothing I can't fix." Starks didn't run, they just pushed life into another direction with their strong will and brilliant minds.

"Say why don't you come with me Banner, get a tan other then green? It might do you well and I bet you'll love it, all those long-legged women in bikini's, or men. Or I don't know, other cute nerdy scientists if that is your thing."

"And just what is your thing Tony?" Bruce looked at him expectantly, as if he was forcing the truth from Tony's lips with the sheer will of his mind.

"I don't have one, I just enjoy the trill and pleasures of many." Said Tony with his best faked smile on his face.

Apparently Bruce wasn't finished yet with his lecture. "You have Steve."

Tony stopped whatever he was trying to accomplish before he got out of New York for his well deserved "vacation" all together Bruce his words were like shrapnel being pushed into your heart, hurtful, Tony should know. It was on his "been there done that never doing it again" list. " I do not have Steve." It came out colder then he wanted, his voice sharp and to the point.

"Tony!"

But the engineer didn't listen any more, Tony was already forcibly thinking of equations, blueprints and solutions. Even during the flight to his house in Malibu he didn't stop, a blue screen hovering mid air carefully displaying an intricate 3d model of his current suit while Tony had his drink. The suit always needed improvement, it could always be faster and stronger. He had work to do, models to fuck, anything to keep his mind away from blue eyes and blond locks.


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