I had far too much fun writing this. WAY TOO MUCH FUN. Gothams_Only_Wolf prompted this, asking for a balcony kiss.

Romeo and Juliet Kiss

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Steven is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, and…uh…" Eyes crossing, Tony struggled to remember the rest of his lines. "See, how he leans his cheek upon his hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" he finished, hoping that he'd managed to get it somewhat right but thinking that he'd invariably messed up somewhere.

From the balcony, Tony could just feel Steve glaring at him for messing up his lines. "Ay me!" Steve said after a moment, sounding completely disgruntled to be doing this.

It took Tony a few seconds too long to remember that it was his turn again. "Er…pretty flowery language? I didn't read this shit."

Thankfully Steve had. "O Anthony, Anthony! Wherefore art thou, Anthony? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a…Rogers." Steve's voice wavered suspiciously on the last word, sounding rather like he was about to break down into hysterical laughter.

Tony tried desperately to remember if Romeo had any lines at this point, but it had been years since he'd taken high school English, and he'd never actually paid any attention to the Shakespearean plays because they'd been so utterly boring.

Steve went on, staring straight ahead into the night, the summery breeze blowing through his very pretty dress. It was so figure hugging that it was making it even more difficult for Tony to remember his lines. "It's your name that's my enemy. You're yourself, not a Stark, bunch of stuff for body parts"—Tony muffled a snort of laughter behind his hand—"and what's in a name? We'll call a rose a rose even if it's called something else, and you'll be Anthony even if you weren't really Anthony after all."

Tony had the sneaking suspicion that Steve was really butchering his lines now.

"And I'll have you all for myself," Steve belted out determinedly, gesturing dramatically in a way that had Tony wanting to cringe. "Even if you were a poor, penniless beggar on the street—"

Tony thought he remembered what came next. "Oh, dost thou speak the truth?" That didn't sound quite right, but… "Call me anything, and I'll abandon my name and take up the mantle of anything but Rogers."

Now Steve looked sharply down at him, glaring. "Why are you creeping on my monologue on the balcony?"

"Because it's the plot?"

There was a sudden snapping sound, and then a brown-haired man with hazel eyes and a green jacket stood there, groaning dramatically. "Oh, come on, guys! Romeo and Juliet's a classic! You can't even remember your lines?"

"I didn't read it," Tony said.

"I hated it," Steve said.

"Okay, fine, point." The man that the Avengers knew as the Trickster sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "But now you have to kiss." He wiggled his eyebrows, grinning broadly. Then with another snap of his fingers, Tony was suddenly leaning over the balcony, practically falling into Steve with a startled yelp.

"This is not part of the script!" Tony protested, hands on Steve's shoulders.

"Aw, Tony." The Trickster grinned, appearing behind Steve. "Haven't you ever heard of artistic freedom?" He gestured pointedly at them, clearly wanting them to kiss.

"I'm doing this under extreme duress for the record," Tony informed Steve, mildly panicking. "Because you're really cute and all, but—" He was rudely cut off by Steve slamming their mouths together, teeth clacking and noses bumping into each other.

Then Tony managed to pry his face free from Steve's mauling long enough to try again and turn it into something much smoother.

"Finally!" The Trickster sighed, rolling back a sleeve to look down at a shiny watch. "I'm already several universes behind Loki."

Tony and Steve jerked apart, both snapping their heads to the Trickster. "Say what?"

"Nah, nope. My job here is done." The Trickster grinned at him, winking. "Ciao!" He disappeared, and the door to the bedroom slammed open, Natasha standing there in a maid's uniform and looking completely disgruntled for it.

"Are we done?" Natasha asked, hands on her hips. "Please tell me we're done."

"Yo, Anthony!" James's voice hollered up from the ground. "I have this really pointy sword here and I'm going to try and stab you with it before you kill me and I die with a witty one-liner."

Sam walked in several seconds later, decked out in a priest's outfit and looking summarily startled at the sight before him. "This isn't the church…"

With a loud tumble, Clint rolled out from behind the curtains, looking far too constipated in his stuffy clothes. "Someone help."

Tony and Steve looked at each other, neither of them too concerned about the period clothes they were dressed in (or that Steve was still wearing that dress that made Tony want to take it off him with his teeth).

"How are we supposed to get out?" Tony asked eventually.

"Hold!" Thor burst into the room, looking appropriately terrifying for playing Juliet's (or Steve's, actually) father. He was enjoying this idiot box the Trickster had stuck them all in far too much for his own good.

"Is the gig up?" James asked, clambering up onto balcony. "Please tell me the gig's up. I don't want to do another shampoo commercial."

"Fucking Herpexia," Clint groaned on the floor, covering his face.

"If I have to do another sitcom, I will scream," Natasha declared. "And kill things." She held up an iron poker.

"Yeah, I don't think so." The Trickster popped into view, casually plucked the poker out of her hands, and snapped his fingers.

Abruptly they all found themselves in the middle of the penthouse, a flabbergasted Hill, Pepper, and Rhodey staring at them.

That they were still decked out in their period clothes should come as no surprise.

"If I ever get my hands on that guy, I am going to strangle him," Tony said.

"I don't know." Steve flushed red, glancing quickly at Tony's lips before looking away. "It wasn't all bad?"

It took Tony two seconds to answer with "Yeah, you're right. That dress is absolutely smoking on you."

It was totally worth James poking him threateningly with the sword.

Yeah, that's Gabriel/Tony from my other 'verse. For the record, I had a lot of extra stuff in mind for this, but then it'd be over 5,000 words and not really addressing the prompt and just amusing myself.