"Why does Fury have to be such a dick about the whole situation?" Tony raged, pacing up and down in his small bedroom he shared with Clint on the helicarrier.
"Tony, calm down. He knows we've been through a lot and he's probably just worked up. I'm sure he was under a lot of pressure." Steve sat on the top bunk, watching Tony's movements beneath him.
"He didn't get angry at you! He hates me, that's why he's making me share with Clint, of all people!" Tony ran his hands through his hair, breathing heavily.
"You didn't give him a chance to have a go at me! And I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter that you share with Clint seeing as you've had this room for months and slept in it about twice."
Tony sighed and slumped on the bottom bunk. "I give up with Fury."
"That's good, arguing with him more will just land you clean up duty for weeks." There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before the bed creaked as Tony stood up. He pulled himself up onto the top bunk, sitting next to Steve.
"I need Steve smoochies," he said, pulling Steve's face towards him and starting to kiss him gently.
"Smoochies? Are you five years old?" Steve said, between Tony's lips. Tony didn't reply, just swung his leg over Steve's and straddled him, kissing him more roughly.
"Holy crap." They heard from the doorway. Tony's eyes widened and he broke apart from Steve, quickly scrambling off and sitting back on the bed. "Were you guys just making out?" They saw a confused looking junior agent standing at the door, which was wide open.
"No." Both men said rapidly, shaking their heads.
The agent snorted, "Whatever, I'm looking for Agent Barton so tell him that Hill wants to see him when he turns up." The boy turned around to leave, but Tony chucked a pillow at him.
"If you tell anyone, you are getting a missile honed straight to your cockblocking ass, dickwad."
"Sure, I got it, secret relationship, secret kissing on your bunk, all a big secret. Later!" The cocky agent walked out, closing the door behind him.
Tony groaned, flopping face first onto the crisp sheets.
"What's a cockblock?" asked Steve curiously.
Tony groaned again, not wanting to tell Steve if he took it the wrong way.
"Is it like dickwad, 'cause you've explained that before and I still don't understand how it's offensive."
Tony sat up, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess it's an insult."
"Cockblock. Cock. Block." Steve said the word a couple of times, testing it out. "Cock is penis, penisblock. I don't get it."
"You sound so fucking weird, how many more times do you want to say cock?"
"Tell me what it means."
"Jesus, okay, its just when someone stops you from getting some...action, all right?"
Steve raised an eyebrow. "And you thought you were going to get some action?"
"Yes, well no, I don't know! It just slipped out... Don't hate me." Tony pouted at Steve, making large puppy eyes.
"No sad eyes or I'll cry!" Steve shut his own eyes tightly, not looking at Tony.
"Steeeeeve I'm so sorry please forgive meee..." Tony said in a high voice, still making the sad, pouty face.
Steve peeked at him, then shut his eyes again. "Nope, never."
"Looks like I'll have to do this then!" Tony jumped forward, pushing Steve back and tickling his sides. Steve started laughing and opened his eyes, seeing Tony grin back at him. Tony stopped tickling him for a second, and during the small amount of time, Steve pushed him back and pinned him down, grinning back.
"No more tickling, only making out. You have no escape." Steve said, to Tony's surprise.
"Okay, firstly, holy shit that's hot and secondly, what have you done with innocent Steve?"
Steve grinned and was about to kiss Tony when- "What the fuck."
"For fucks sake." Tony groaned, squirming out from under Steve, who sat up, blushing.
Clint stood in the doorway, looking incredibly surprised. "What is going on and why the fuck are you doing it on my bunk?"
"We weren't doing anything!" Tony protested, "And it's my bunk!"
"It's mine, and that didn't look like nothing to me." Clint raised an eyebrow, waiting for a ridiculous explanation.
"Well, we were..." Tony started.
"Fighting?" Steve said.
Tony nodded, trying to look convincing. "Yeah, fighting, then we were..."
"Wrestling?" Steve got a 'Really?' look from Tony.
"Yeah, okay, we were wrestling, and then you found us in a seemingly compromising position when in fact Steve was half way through a move where the opponent has to be pinned down and to the innocent and naïve passerby it may look as if they were almost making out when in fact they were practicing wrestling." Tony finished.
Clint laughed. "You know I don't believe a word of that."
Tony shrugged. "Steve didn't give me much to work with."
"Whatever, you carry on 'wrestling'-" he made air quotations with his fingers. "-as long as it's not on my bunk." Clint shrugged. "Also I'm telling Fury."
"No you are not." Tony said, throwing a pillow at him, which joined the other one on the floor.
"No, you aren't." Steve agreed.
"Thank you, Steve." Tony smiled at him.
"We're telling him."
"Whaaaaat!" Tony looked at Steve in complete confusion. "Why, he doesn't need to know! We aren't even a thing, all we do is make out, you aren't my boyfriend or anything!"
Steve rolled his eyes. "Okay, what would you say if I asked you to be my boyfriend?"
"Yes, of course but-"
"Alright then, Tony, will you be my boyfriend?"
Tony stopped mumbling and looked at Steve. "Really? It's big. And you deserve better..."
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
Clint, who was still standing at the door sighed loudly. "Jesus Christ, Tony, stop being so fucking insecure and say yes already."
"Yes." Tony said quietly and Steve grinned at him.
"Well thank fuck that's over." Clint said. "Agent Smith told me to come over here and see what you were doing on the way to see Agent Hill, but now all you're going to be doing is making out so I'm off." He started to leave.
"Wait, Clint, who's Agent Smith?" Steve asked quickly.
"Um, he's a junior agent, brown hair, really fricking cocky? Why?"
Tony's face turned murderous. "That dick is dead."
"Riiiight. I'm going to leave now." Clint quickly made his escape, slamming the heavy door shut behind him.
"Wanna make out more?" Steve asked, grinning.
"Only after I've murdered a few people."
"So I'm guessing the mood is gone."
"Yeah...sorry."
yo so this is kind of another filler but still needed for the plot, it's the tenth chapter ooooooo
what do you think will happen when fury finds out about stony
what will happen with Tony's illness
will stony survive any traumatic events which may or may not be put in the plot depending on how much I can be bothered
I know no answers however as I am rather caught up in the plot right now I'm gonna start on the next chapter asap
Thanks everyone and sorry for rambling on
aaaaalso im seeing all time low in 10 days and fall out boy in 22 hollaaaa