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Word Count - 393

Mistletoe

Tony was like a chameleon, Steve couldn't help but think, as he watched his boyfriend work the room. Nobody here—except for the team, and Pepper of course—would believe that Tony was most comfortable in his workshop, with grease all over him, playing with DUM-E.

It was bizarre for Steve to see Tony Stark, when he was so used to seeing Tony.

Steve kept himself busy with the team so he wouldn't be drawn into conversation by the rich socialites that peppered these galas and balls. It never failed to make him uncomfortable, the way they fawned all over him and the rest of the team.

Of course, the way they treated Steve and the team was nothing to how they were with Tony.

It was like, despite the fact that they knew Steve and Tony were together, they thought that they'd be able to turn Tony's head, just because of the ridiculous reports the papers still liked to make about the billionaire.

"If you glare any harder, Cap, you're going to burn that woman to ash with just the power of thought," Clint said, sounding entirely too cheerful about the prospect.

Steve looked back to Clint and smiled sheepishly. "I don't like the way they touch him, as though they think they have the right."

"Go and claim your man then, Steve," Natasha said, smirking deviously. "There's some mistletoe just behind him. If he steps back, even just a little bit, they're going to pounce."

Steve turned again, and saw that she was right. And the women around him seemed to have noticed too, if the way they were crowding Tony was anything to go by.

Steve had had enough. He put his water on the table and strode across the room with purpose, cutting a path through the crowd. It was gratifying to see Tony's face light up when he caught sight of Steve coming towards him, and when he was in touching distance, Tony reached out to him immediately.

Steve wrapped an arm around his waist and gently pushed him back a step, before he glanced at the ceiling.

"Oh, look," he murmured innocently, ignoring the women standing around them. "Mistletoe."

Tony grinned at him craftily. "So there is," he replied, smirking. "Well, you know the rules, Captain my Captain."

"You're right," Steve replied, lowering his lips to Tony's. "I do."

Written for:

North Funfair: Sing Along: 2. All I Want For Christmas Is You: 2. Mistletoe

East Funfair: Cookies for Santa: 3. Blueberry cookies: Bizarre

365: 321. Chameleon