A/N: I wanted Steve to get some action.

Ch. 21

Over the next few days, Tony and Steve fell into a routine. They would wake up, and Tony would help Steve out of bed. He would help him to the shower and help him get dressed, usually in a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt. With nowhere to go, there was no reason for Steve to wear anything else. Then Tony would go make him breakfast, something that he frequently asked Pepper to help with. Tony was good at a lot of things, but cooking wasn't one of them.

Tony would bring the food upstairs and for the rest of the morning they would discuss their ideas for the baby's name, her nursery, and their thoughts about the future in general.

Some things they agreed on, others they didn't. At least it kept Steve from being totally bored out of his mind.

In the afternoons, the two would watch television or talk to the other Avengers, who visited often.

Tony was really trying hard to keep Steve entertained. He had put his own personal projects aside to spend time with him, and he took care of Steve's every need, never complaining.

But, despite all of Tony's efforts, Steve seemed to be getting more and more upset at the situation at hand. When he had said that he didn't want to go out until the kid was born he had meant it, but now that he was actually trapped he regretted ever considering it. Having to have Tony help with everything didn't help much either. Steve may have been pregnant but he wasn't crippled. He didn't need someone to stand outside while he was in the shower, no matter how much Bruce insisted that it was a necessary precaution.

Over time, Steve got quieter and quieter. Though he wasn't happy, he felt that he had caused enough problems as it was. Complaining would just make things worse. It was better to keep his thoughts to himself. He had been extremely lucky that Tony had forgiven him after the whole Johnny Storm incident, and he didn't want to rock the boat now.

Tony picked up on his lover's feelings pretty quickly, and was doing his best to help.

"Hey, I dug up some movies you might like to watch today," Tony said, smiling at Steve.

"Oh yeah?" Steve forced a smile.

"Yup. Did some searching online last night after you went to sleep. I've got Fantasia, Citizen Kane, there's one called The Maltese Falcon, The Wizard of Oz, and I've got Casablanca."

"Those all came out back in the '40s."

"Indeed they did." Tony smiled at him again. "Most of them are digitally remastered, too!"

Steve really didn't feel like watching movies again, but he did appreciate Tony's attempt at making him happy.

"Well, I always liked Fantasia. It had wonderful animation."

"Great! Fantasia it is." Tony got to work setting everything up.

As the movie started, Tony could tell that Steve was still not happy. He was pretending to be, but he wasn't. Knowing there wasn't much else that he could do, he decided to try some conversation.

"So, what's your favorite scene?"

The question caused Steve to think for a moment. "Night on Bald Mountain. The last one."

"Ohh, the one with that demon above the village?"

"Yeah. I always liked the music and the darkness of it, then the lightness that followed. It's beautiful in a strange way."

"It is. Did you ever draw anything like that? Something... mythical, or spiritual?"

"Sometimes. I kinda made up a monster that I used to draw a lot. Just sort of a funny cartoon. He was best friends with a princess and they lived in a castle in England."

"The monster wasn't evil, then?"

"He was misunderstood. Because he looked strange people feared him but the princess looked past it. It was dumb."

"It sounds interesting, actually."

"It's weird. I'm weird. I get it."

Tony rolled his eyes, and cuddled up closer to Steve. "You're creative, not weird. It's one of the things I love about you."

Steve snorted. "Right."

"I'm serious." Tony bit Steve's earlobe, making the blonde moan. "You like that?"

"Mmmm," Steve sighed.

Tony grinned, and moved so that he was straddling Steve. He began kissing his neck, then slowly began working his way down. When he got to Steve's collarbone, he began pulling Steve's shirt up, trying to get it off. Steve, who had been enjoying it up until then, smacked Tony's hand.

Tony pulled back, stunned.

"What the hell?"

"I don't want you. That. Just... don't," Steve said, clearly flustered.

"Why? Oh, God, are we back to that again?"

Steve grimaced, but nodded slightly.

"Ugh. What will it take for you to see that I love you? I love everything about you. Your mind and your creativity and your body." Tony seemed very sincere, and it made Steve feel even worse.

"I know you do. I mean, you say it. So it's probably true. It's just..."

"Let me show you how much I love you. Please?" Tony was looking Steve right in the eyes.

Steve took a deep breath. "Okay..."

Tony smiled again, and leaned in. He licked Steve's neck again, and slowly removed Steve's shirt. Steve closed his eyes, trying to imagine that he was somewhere else.

"So gorgeous," Tony whispered, as he began kissing Steve's upper chest. He rested a hand on the side of Steve's stomach and started to kiss him lower and lower, all over his belly, until he was right below it.

"May I?" he asked, sliding his fingers in between the band of Steve's pants and his skin.

"Yes," Steve whispered.

With his eyes still shut, Steve was forced to experience everything solely by touch. He was hard within only a few seconds.

Steve gasped as he felt Tony's mouth wrap around his cock. "Oh, God...Tony, you don't... you don't have to..."

Tony didn't reply. He continued with his task, eventually bringing Steve to orgasm. He sat up to see Steve lying there, panting, hands still digging into the bed sheets.

"Now, don't tell Bruce about that," Tony told him. "He'd get upset that I brought your heart rate up."

"Yeah. No, I won't. Wow. Tony... you didn't have to do that."

"I know I didn't." Tony stretched out and laid down next to Steve, "I wanted to. Feel any happier now?"

"For sure," Steve replied, "That was awesome. Thank you!"

"Of course, my love."

Steve smiled to himself. After he had calmed down, he and Tony lay silent, staring at the television. The movie was still on.

After a while, Steve began to get tired. He caught Tony's attention when he yawned.

"Sleepy?" Tony asked.

"A bit," Steve admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed. A blow job shouldn't have been enough to make him tired, but he couldn't help it.

"Ah. Well, go to sleep. But before you do, I need to know one thing."

"Yeah?"

"What did you learn today?"

"That you love me."

"Right answer!" Tony kissed Steve on the forehead, then pulled the blanket up over him. "Sleep well, baby."