Request 13) Because I know you

Requested by StonyXX225: A break up quickly followed by a make up!

It was 4 o'clock in the morning when Tony finally broke. He threw things, broke test tubes (that Bruce would no doubt be annoyed about later) and tore things from the wall in rage. He stopped tearing apart his lab when he kicked the table and hot coffee spilt and managed to burn his leg. He tossed the mug on the floor, satisfaction growing as the scattered across the floor broken.

"My god you've gone insane," a voice remarked.

"Shut up," Tony snarled swinging around. He wished he could punch Clint in the face, honestly. "Why are you even down here, or up for that matter?" Tony snapped rubbing at the burning coffee stain on his leg.

"I just got home from that boring ass mission in Canada. The people are too god damn happy there and I had to leave, because If I heard one more discussion about hockey I was going to shove a hockey puck up someone's ass. Anyways, I heard, well your tantrum down here and came to see what's up," Clint explained as he looked at his nails. He looked up and grinned at the huffing and puffing billionaire. "So what's up?"

Tony turned so his back was to him, wiping up the coffee with a rag, for lack of a better idea. He swallowed and tossed the wet rag aside sitting on the messy counter. He didn't care if his jeans would have coffee stain on his ass.

"Me and Steve had a fight," he grumbled looking down at the floor.

"Ah," Clint said crossing his arms. "What about?"

"Something bad enough to break up with me," Tony continued weakly.

"Oh."

That was really all Clint could say because he was not expecting that. Steve and Tony break up? That's like Mike and Ike breaking up. It just didn't happen. "What the hell happened?"

Tony hopped of the counter unable to sit still as he paced back and forth running grease stained hands though his dirty hair. He let out a breath and kicked aside some scrap metal on the floor.

"I cheated on him."

"Define."

Tony looked up annoyed. The agent held his ground, not really afraid of Tony without his suit. Sure Tony could spar thanks to Steve, but he wasn't that good. The only leverage he had over the assassin was not making him new weapons.

"First of all," Tony began, "I was shitfaced, so bad I didn't recall anything that happened the night before, but there was a girl in my bed."

"You didn't."

"No I didn't, she passed out while we were making out, her clothes were even on!" he grumbled burying his head in his hands.

"And Steve doesn't believe you."

"I know you, Tony! I know you did, don't lie to me!" Steve shouted angrily. Tony had never seen him so angry, and it was frightening because it was directed at him.

"Why should he? I mean, that's what I am right? I'm a playboy as the magazines say, and we all knew I was gonna fuck it up eventually right?" Tony pointed out, shaking the negative memories away.

Clint sighed placing a hand on his hip, staring at something on the table that kind of looks like pizza, but it's green and lumpy and shakes away the strange notion to pick it up and take a bite.

"So when are you gonna make it up to him?"

"You make it sound like that's easy," Tony said staring at the ceiling, fed up with his bird crap.

"Make ups are like Christmas gifts," Clint pointed out.

"Cheap and stupid, or overly expensive and still stupid?"

"Well see, this is why you don't have any friends," Clint snorted.

"Get to the point Robin Hood or I'm booting you from my lab!"

"What I'm saying is," Clint paused to pick up the green pizza, "If you're gonna make it up to him, it can't be with gifts or money, it's got to be creative and special, like the Christmas gifts you're supposed to give."

He sniffed at what was once food.

"You've been watching too much reality TV with Thor."

Clint shrugged tugging the stringy yellowy cheese from the side of the slice.

"Just think of shit Steve likes, and not art supplies because you got him that for his birthday."

"Well aren't you all knowing."

"Duh, I was trained to be. You're lucky I found you before Nat did or else you'd be scraping yourself off the floor and mopping up you're stupid juice."

"Yes, you're a metaphor master, now leave, I've got work to do," Tony hissed pushing him to the door. JARVIS opened it and he shoved the agent out.

"You're welcome!" he called, pizza still in hand.

"JARVIS, I need Pepper, call her."

"Sir, it's 4:12 in the morning, I advise you wait a few hours," JARVIS responded.

"No, I need this for the morning, make the call J."

Pepper's tired face popped up on the screen, not one bit happy with the billionaire.

"What the hell, are you okay?"

Tony smiled, because of course she'd ask that instead of cursing him out. She'll probably curse him out later today when she drops the things off he needs. Pepper knows about his and Steve's break up, and the thing is, she was so god damn helpful with it. He expected her to be all 'You screwed up, you fix it', but he was near tears when he called her, and somehow she knew (Awesome, but still kind of creepy).

"Fine, fine, I have some things I need you to drop off at my place a.s.a.p."

"Like what?"

And so it all began.

…

Steve and Thor were sitting in the kitchen going about their morning business which was pretty much just eating and chatting. Thor made Steve laugh, and everybody believed that that was good. The soldier was depressed. Bruce was making his special tea by the stove, and Natasha was reading a magazine at the counter while munching on an apple, when Clint strode in.

"I don't know about you guys, but I really hope some guy decides to try and blow up New York today," he yawned stretching.

"Clint," Steve said incredulously, yet amused.

"It hasn't happened in like a week, and all of our missions have been out of state or country, I'm getting tired of traveling," he grumbled. Natasha was smirking about god knows what (probably thinking about new moves to try on the big bad guys if they decide to attack NYC today) and Bruce is snickering, his back to them.

"Indeed, being cooped up in the tower is most bothersome," Thor said. He murmured something about perhaps visiting Jane today, as well as Darcy.

"Has any one seen Tony?" Bruce asked after a comfortable moment of silence. Way to go Bruce, always making things awkward. "I'm only asking because he wasn't in this lab when I went down there," the scientist said hurriedly.

"Well, well, well," Clint huffed under his breath. Natasha raised an eyebrow, and Clint just smiled, smug, to himself.

Pepper strode in, to all of their surprise, absolutely beaming.

"What's got you so happy?" Natasha asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing," she smiled sitting down at the table next to Thor. She took out her tablet and began to go through her emails.

Suddenly, classical music began to play.

"What the hell, JARVIS?" Clint asked. The AI did not respond.

A chicken flew into the kitchen, looking as if it was tossed and it squawked running around on the floor. Tony, or not Tony, ran in.

His face was painted white, eyes rimmed with dark liner, and a mustache that was clearly a fake on his upper lip. His hair was curled, hidden beneath a bowler hat that he tipped to them in greeting. His clothes were as old as the hills, too big pants (patched up and dirty) held up by suspenders that fell over his turned outward feet which wore ridiculously large dress shoes. His upper half was a made up of a dusty looking dress jacket fitted to his body, a grey plaid vest over a white dress shirt beneath that and a tie that was sticking up stupidly.

He had a cane in his left gloved hand.

"What is going on?" Bruce snorted watching Tony chase the chicken around the kitchen frantically.

That's right, if you haven't guess it, Tony Stark was dressed as no other than Charlie Chaplin.

"Is Anthony in his right mind?" Thor questioned, holding back a laugh as said man fell to the floor grabbing the chicken. He stood and stumbled over to Clint handing it to him and smiled patting the man's head.

"Ha, ha," Clint muttered dryly.

Tony clapped and the chicken gave a high pitched tweet and an egg popped out. The man quickly took his hat off catching the egg in it before it hit the floor. He walked over to the stove and placed the cane down. He placed his free hand on his hip and looked past Natasha, stopping as his mouth fell open. He hurried over to her as fast as he could with the way he was walking, and grinned popping the hat back on to his head in a greeting.

The crack of the egg made Clint and Bruce laugh. Tony took Natasha's hand and kissed it grinning shyly, but not under confident. Natasha's lips quirked up slightly and he took off past her opening the cabinet. He rummaged around looking for a pan, and made a humming noise when he found one, tugging at it, along with every other pot in the cabinet. They all came tumbling down on top of him. He fell back dramatically, legs sticking up in the air.

He sat up rubbing his forehead and got up slipping on a pot, having Bruce catch him. He leant back and smiled at Bruce shyly making silent giggles. His nose and lips twitched and he strode back to the stove turning it on. By now, Thor and Steve were both laughing. Bruce was snickering behind his hand and Clint and Natasha were chuckling quietly. Pepper was smiling fondly.

She had helped him with putting together his costume.

Tony looked around scratching at his temple with a gloved finger, as if looking for something. Right the egg. They watched as he took of his hat, hair littered with yellow and white goop and cracked shells, and frowned. He shrugged and turned the hat over the pan and tapped the top as the bits of egg fell into it. He grinned happily and twirled the hat back up his arm on to his head smoothly.

Clint, still holding the squirming chicken, was laughing now, not even bothering to hold it back.

Tony went over to the coffee pot and began to make a cup. While he was going through a draw, his sleeve got caught on the wire and as he strode back to the stove, the machine fell of the counter and broke as it hit the floor.

The kitchen grew quiet, the music still playing loudly. That was the coffee machine.

Tony placed his hands on his hips and pouted before stealing Bruce's mug of tea from his hands. He poured nearly the entire bag of sugar into the cup and stirred it smiling. He went over to check his eggs and then pointed at Pepper. She got up willingly and walked up to him and he handed her the pot. He made a camera lens with his fingers, and nodded turning back to the overly sweetened tea on the counter. Clint snorted at the women holding the pot and glanced back at Natasha who looked a little annoyed. Good comedy did piss some people off after all.

Tony took a spoon from the jar and stuck it into the gooey tea and tasted it. He frowned, and then added more sugar.

He walked over to Pepper slipping on a pot and nearly face planting into the tiled floor, but quickly caught himself. He turned and glared at the pots and pushed them aside. He went into the pantry, eyes still on him and took out bread. He lathered the gooey tea onto the bread and began to eat it happily.

He hopped up to sit on the counter, unaware of the stove behind him, and sat down. He gave a silent scream and jumped off grabbing his ass rubbing it as he made a sad face. Thor's laughter boomed.

He stuck his butt into the freezer of the fridge and sighed in relief. Steve chuckled watching, a smile on his face. Tony stared at him and quickly hurried over to jump on him, causing the chair to fall back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"I, well," was all Steve could manage to say.

"I really am, I honestly didn't sleep with that dame, and it was wrong to have the intentions of that, even if I was hammered, and believe me sir, I was," Tony rambled in a perfect British accent. Steve's smile wavered and they sat up. Everyone was watching and it made the blonde feel uncomfortable but he leant down and kissed the man on the lips anyways. Tony laughed when they pulled away and rubbed the white make up of Steve's lips.

"Thank god," Pepper sighed tossing the pan in the sink.

"You forgive me then?" Tony asked accent and all.

"I do, but only because you broke the coffee machine for me," Steve snorted picking pieces of the egg out of the genius's hair. Tony grinned and kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome," Clint called exiting the kitchen, chicken in arms.

"Shit, he's going to make an army," Natasha muttered following him. Bruce chuckled walking with Pepper out of the kitchen. Thor left, still laughing, with a box of pop tarts in hand.

"How'd you know I liked Charlie Chaplin?" Steve had grown up with the show, and had snuck into the theaters with Bucky to see the movies. They were still funny too, and gave great messages.

"Because I know you," Tony replied quietly.

Steve smiled.

Authors Notes: Hopefully good? I think it was a little boring no matter what I added, but hopefully cute?

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