This one is for Minty4ever, who wanted a kiss with Steve in his pre-serum body. I had some fun with this one (but not the title, gahhh). And who can spot the Easter egg?

Pre-Serum Kiss

"This will reverse," Thor reassured Steve, who did not look at all reassured by the words.

"Oh yeah?" Steve groused, his deep voice kind of hilarious now that it was coming from such a small body. "You sure about that?"

"I may not have my brother's aptitude in magic, but I know enough to sense things such as this." Thor smiled reassuringly down (down!) at Steve.

"Why'd he even do this?" Tony asked, leaning back against the table in Bruce's lab, where they'd been running the tests on Steve after he'd been turned back into his original body by Loki. "And how? He's supposed to be locked up!"

Not to mention Loki had fucking winked at him after snapping his fingers and turning Steve into his skinny self. Then he'd disappeared and hadn't been seen since. There had been no property damage. Just Loki showing up in their kitchen, stealing Tony's plate, and casting his spell.

It didn't really seem like Loki.

"He is," Thor said, frowning now. "I will send word to Asgard."

"This seems a little tame for Loki," Natasha said, arms folded across her chest.

"He oft played pranks such as this in our younger days," Thor said, brow furrowing in what looked like pain.

"So he's regressing," Clint guessed. "Great. Means I can get my arrows out and wait for him to show up again."

"There will be no shooting at Loki," Thor said disapprovingly.

Steve's jaw was set, his eyes on the floor. The shirt he'd been wearing that morning was too big for his now skinny frame, but it didn't make him any less attractive to Tony, who had been harboring a bright (very bright) torch for the guy since getting to know him.

"Fine." Clint had a mulish expression on his face that meant there would be shooting at Loki the next time he showed up, hang the consequences. Judging from Thor's face, he knew this as well.

"I'm gonna go to my floor," Steve said, not looking at anyone as he left.

The others looked at Tony for all of several seconds before he realized that they expected him to follow and make sure Steve was fine.

"I don't do feelings," Tony protested.

"Too bad," Natasha said, unimpressed. "You're doing them now."

"Steve's gonna listen to you," Clint said, smirking now.

"Give him this," Bruce said, tossing Tony an asthma inhaler. "Just in case."

"He's going to punch me in the face," Tony said, sighing, wrapping his fingers around the asthma inhaler.

"No, he won't," Clint disagreed. "He likes you too much for that."

"Ha ha." Tony rolled his eyes, leaving before anyone else could nag him into doing something that he'd been going to do anyway.

Steve hadn't locked access to his floor, which Tony took as a good sign. He found Steve sitting on his couch, staring down at his hands. The shirt was a tent on his small frame, and his pants not much better.

"Hey, Steve." Tony sat down next to him, keeping the inhaler in plain sight. "Bruce wanted me to give this to you."

Steve took a moment to respond, eyes turning to the small medical device. "Thanks."

Tony put the thing on the coffee table, painfully aware of the awkwardness between them that hadn't been there in months. "No problem."

The silence that fell now was just as tense as their stilted conversation had been.

It took all of Tony's willpower not to say something incredibly crass and insensitive.

So it came as a great relief when Steve sighed and broke the silence. "I never wanted to feel this way again."

Tony looked at Steve out of the corner of his eye. "Sick, you mean?"

"Weak." Steve flipped his hands over, studying them. "Nothing special."

Tony frowned. "Steve—"

"There's no chance now," Steve said seemingly inanely.

"For what?" Tony asked when nothing else was forthcoming. Because what? No chance for what?

Steve looked up at him, blue eyes shining with that familiar strength that was all him. "For this." And he leaned in, pressing his lips to Tony's in a dry kiss that sent tingles down Tony's spine and heat churning in his stomach. When he drew back, Steve had a self-deprecating smile on his face. "I just wanted to try it once," he said quietly.

And screw that. Tony twisted, fisting his hands in Steve's collar, hauling him in for another, proper kiss. Several seconds into it, his hands drifted up to cradle Steve's face, and one of them was making noises, but he didn't know who it was.

"I've wanted you for months." Tony punctuated the words with smaller kisses.

Steve's hands were on Tony's waist. "Not like this," he protested, but the words lost most of their strength with how he was nipping at Tony's lips, sending small shivers of excitement through Tony. "Not—"

"Anyway you are," Tony insisted. "That's all I want. You're gorgeous all the time, Steve."

Steve's brow was furrowed. "I'm tiny."

"So? I like"—bit soon for the other l-word—"you for who you are. Not how you look. I'm not that shallow."

Steve's eyes studied Tony's face, something like hope in them. "And if I'm stuck like this?"

"I don't care." Tony shrugged. "The suit doesn't make Captain America. The guy under the mask does, serum or no serum."

There was no response from Steve, but his lips on Tony's got the message across well enough.

Tony leaned back, pulling Steve down with him until he was lying flat on his back, Steve on top of him.

He wasn't really conscious of anything outside the absolutely fantastic necking going on and the little sighs and noises Steve was making into his mouth.

So he was just a little surprised when instead of a slight weight on top of him, suddenly he had over two hundred pounds of super soldier squashing him into the couch.

Steve startled seconds after Tony noticed, pulling away instantly and falling ungracefully off the couch, his eyes wide.

Tony stared at him, lips tingling and skin cold from where Steve's warmth was no longer pressing against him. He wanted Steve back but—

Was that a note? That hadn't been there before.

Tony reached over Steve's shoulder to pick the note up from the coffee table and look at it. The writing was in fancy green script.

The heart makes the man, Steven. Do be careful of Anthony's. I know where you live. There was no signature, but it was obvious as to who had written it.

Tony and Steve looked at each other, identical expressions of confusion and what the fuck on their faces.

"Did Loki just threaten to hurt me if I hurt you?" Steve asked eventually, tone disbelieving.

"No, did he just play matchmaker?" Tony read the note again, looking for any kind of trick but finding none.

"We should tell Thor," Steve said, eyes flickering to the note and back to Tony's face, or more specifically to his lips.

"We should," Tony agreed. "Or maybe we could just stay here and make out?" His tone was hopeful.

Steve hesitated, glancing to the slip of paper Tony was still holding.

"It's not like we're going to catch him," Tony tried again.

It took Steve several minutes, during which he looked at Tony's lips five times for periods of fifteen seconds each. "But we're telling Thor," he said finally, voice husky.

"Yeah, sure." Tony threw the note over Steve's shoulder, only distantly registering it fluttering to land on the table. "C'mere."

Steve's eyes darkened. "Not on top of you."

"Fine, yes, come here."

On top or under him, Tony didn't really care. But there were a lot more positions possible for him on top of someone with super strength, and Tony had a very creative imagination.

And much to his delight, Steve was highly appreciative of it.

So, who spotted the Easter egg? It's probably obvious...

Want a kiss? Prompt me! :)