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Rated: T
"Sorry, Miss Kagome, that you ever had to meet Stark here."
His apology had her smiling, "Don't worry about it. Tin Man reminds me of a close friend I had, who was just as big of a pervert."
"I'm not a pervert," Tony pouted like a child, "I can't help it if I just ooze sex appeal." He said with a smirk and an arrogant sweep of his dark hair.
"I think Mister Rogers will make you 'ooze' something else if you don't shut your mouth," Kagome said cheerfully, easily reading Steve's annoyed face, "And that something else being blood if it wasn't obvious."
"You sure you wanna hang with Steviekins?" Tony asked with his usual suave smile, "Ditch goody two shoes over there and let's have some of that good 'fondue'." He glanced at Steve for his reaction.
Steve quickly pushed Tony away from Kagome, his blue eyes glittering with irritation, "Save your flirting for your women, Stark."
"Oho~ is the Golden Boy staking a claim?" Tony raised his brows in interest, "You sure you really wanna go for it? Wanna rile the paparazzi even more?"
"There is nothing to 'go for'," Steve grit his teeth, "I am simply helping Miss Kagome in her need."
"And that need being...?" Tony left out suggestively, "I'm not seeing a damsel in distress anywhere... so you must mean those needs! Didn't know you had it in you!"
"That blood I mentioned is coming soon, isn't it...?"