This is written on my phone, so short and probably has lots of mistakes and it's almost midnight here, but I can't sleep anyway, so whatever.

If I've done this before, I'm sorry, my memory is like a goldfish's. Sorry.

Have I ever told you how much I love you guys? Because I really do. You guys keep reading this for some reason and that makes me so happy and even more people are starting to read and I think I'm gonna cry. So yeah, I love you guys. (I have trust issues, you should be glad I'm able to tell this to you.)

So here, have some sexual-ish fluff? Is that a thing?

Stay sexy.

The first time Tony actually realized, how tall Steve actually was compared to him, was on the Helicarrier. After that, he couldn't stop seeing it. He kept noticing how he always had to look up to Steve. Not that he didn't already do that, but we're talking about the literal looking up. And though he usually didn't care much, it was annoying. Every time they got into another screaming match, Tony had to stare up, which made him feel more vulnerable. So he started leaving in the middle of the screaming to get at the very least the suit's boots, so he'd be a few inches taller. Thanks to that he won almost every fight, because Steve couldn't stay serious after that.

Other than the fights, Tony didn't care. Until they started dating.

It was a hell after that. Because he was shorter (more compact, not shorter) he had to be the woman in everything they did. He had to be the woman in dancing, because for some unexplainable reason he doubted he could dip Steve. He became the woman in carrying things. Steve took all the bags when shoping, leaving Tony feel completely useless. He became the woman in carrying each other. He remembered clearly, how Steve had once fucking lifted him up bridal style and kiss him while walking towards their bedroom. And though that was romantic as hell, Tony always imagined himself doing that to a woman.

Thank god he could stay a man in bed.

In summary, Tony hated being tiny. Until one morning.

The night before that, Steve had been kinda rough on Tony (okay, so they switched, stop being so confused), causing Tony to be sore. When he woke up J.A.R.V.I.S. helpfully told him the time, location and temperature. It was only around 9 o'clock, but Steve was already up and Tony really wanted to spend the day with him. So he got up, wincing slightly. Not caring about clothes, but thinking that the team really wouldn't want to see him stark naked (hey, I made a funny), he threw on whatever he found, used the bathroom and brushed his teeth. After that he quickly strolled towards the communal kitchen, limping a little, in order to find his boyfriend.

The rest of the team was already there, but that wasn't much of a surprise anyway. What was a surprise though, was how the whole teanlm froze once he walked in and Steve actually spat his cereal out.

Tony Stark was always seen everywhere fixed and good-looking. But the Tony standing before them was mind-blowing.

His hair was mussed with sleep or maybe Steve's fingers, he had no idea. He was wearing only black boxer briefs and a white T-shirt, which, as if it's neck wasn't low enough, Tony kept pulling down with one hand. His left shoulder was bare because of the shirt being so over-sized, obviously being the one Steve had thrown on the floor yesterday. He bet he could smell sex on it. Tony's neck was also littered with hickeys and he could even see scratch marks all over his body. And let's not even forget the bite mark on his neck, where Steve had bit down so hard he had drawn blood. He was rubbing his eye with his right hand, showing how exhausted he was. Simply, the guy looked ravishing. He looked like someone you could only see in a movie or maybe in fanart or something. He looked unreal.

So yeah, spitting out his cereal was a great idea, otherwise he might've choked.

As if Tony's appearence itself didn't look delicious, Steve's clothes gave the whole picture that last touch. Seeing the small, tiny Tony in a giant's clothes made him look really innocent and cute, while still beeing undeniably sexy and hot. And boy, did that turn Steve on.

Once Tony had stopped rubbing his eyes, he looked at others in confusion. "What's going on?"

And fuck, Steve forgot about Tony's rough morning voice. He dropped the spoon in the bowl, splattering milk everywhere around him, even on himself. He didn't even react and just kept staring at Tony with parted lips.

"Gosh, Stark, you look like you could actually even turn me gay," Clint said, breaking out of his haze. He wolf-whisteled before continuing, "because damn, even I can admit this look is fucking sexy on you."

"One hundred precent agreed," Natasha added from beside him.

Tony blinked at others for a few seconds, dumbfounded. Then Steve decided he had had enough of breakfast and there were more urgent things to do.

So yeah, the whole being small (and smoking hot) thing wasn't always that bad.

Reason 53 (I think?): We have a huge size difference and even thoguh I'd usually hate it, I love how much Steve loves it.