Here's chapter 3! I hope you like it! Thanks to Purple Pizza for great ideas, along with the amazing motivation I get from anyone who reviews.

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Steve trailed behind Tony and Bruce on the way to the media room, not feeling very excited for the Avengers' weekly Movie Night.

Most of the time he appreciated catching up on the modern day blockbusters, but right now, all he really wanted to do was go to his room and sleep, preferably with Tony.

Steve shook his head to himself, and tried to keep those thoughts out of his mind. Constantly daydreaming about Tony Stark wasn't going to do him any good, and he knew it, yet he couldn't seem to get control of his overly active imagination. Every time he tried to think of something else, Tony's deep brown eyes would rise to the surface of his mind, or he would hear the genius's entrancing voice echoing in his ears.

Steve was still lost in thought when the three of them walked into the large room that was used specifically for watching movies as a team. It was adorned with a huge plasma flat screen TV, along with two couches that fit three people each; one already occupied by Clint, Natasha and Thor.

Bruce and Stark had already settled onto the available sofa, so Steve made his way towards them and sat down on the last empty seat, next to Tony. Luckily, Clint and Natasha were too busy arguing about something to give him their irritating smirks, and Thor was reading the back of a DVD case so he couldn't send any encouraging or obvious looks Steve's way.

"So, have we decided what we're watching?" Tony asked, causing Clint and Natasha to finally stop talking; Steve noticed Barton looked rather triumphant.

"It was Clint's turn to choose tonight, and he chose Mean Girls." Natasha said, making a face in disapproval of the choice of movie. Steve guessed that the selection was probably what the two were bickering about.

"Hey, it's a classic!" Clint said defensively, elbowing Natasha in the side. She smacked him on the arm and rolled her eyes, muttering something about wasting time and killing her brain cells by watching this god forsaken movie.

Tony chuckled and agreed to watch, but Steve could see the fatigue settling in his chocolate colored eyes. Bruce shrugged, looking indifferent, while Steve was just confused about it all, as usual. It didn't seem like that nice of a movie. Why did the girls have to be mean?

While Steve was questioning the ethics of the 21st century, Clint had gotten up and popped the disk into the specialized Stark DVD player that apparently made all movies high definition with extremely clear audio. Steve didn't understand that either, surprise surprise.

Clint then began to pass out bowls of popcorn and various drinks to the Avengers, wisely avoiding all alcoholic beverages. After he finished, he sat down and pressed play on the TV remote, causing the movie to begin. Steve watched halfheartedly, but found his attention often straying to that of the man beside him.

Tony had a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and he offered some to Cap who graciously declined. Steve subtly watched Tony as he shared the food with Bruce, popping a handful of the buttery and rather burnt popcorn into his mouth. He crinkled his nose in a super cute way at the taste, though Steve would have vehemently denied thinking it if he was asked.

Tony handed the bowl to Bruce, obviously not appreciating Clint's culinary skills for the second time that day. Steve suddenly wondered if Tony had seen the movie before, because he didn't seem interested and kept looking around the room instead.

Never once did Tony look over and see Steve staring at him, though. He didn't ever turn his head and look at what was right beside him, and Steve wasn't sure whether to be thankful or disappointed.

Steve tried to watch the movie, he really did. But there were so many questions he had regarding it, and he wondered if it was truly a "classic" like Clint had said. Back in the 40's, classics usually had good messages, and so far in this movie, the girls' behavior was honestly just making Steve uncomfortable.

The movie was probably about a third of the way through when, out of the blue, Steve felt Tony nonchalantly lay his head on his shoulder. It took everything in him not to stiffen up and make the entire situation awkward, as he was prone to doing.

He sat still and acted relaxed, glad that none of the other Avengers had noticed yet. Steve glanced down at the genius, grateful for the dark to hide his blushing face, and noticed that Tony's eyes were closed. He felt a warmness spreading throughout his chest at the thought of Tony Stark, rumored a heartless playboy, falling asleep on the shoulder of Captain America.

Sadly, that was when Clint unsuspectingly looked over at them, and let out a surprised snicker at Steve's situation. He nudged Thor and Natasha to show them, which caused Bruce to notice as well. Now everyone was looking at Tony with his head on Steve's shoulder, his eyes peacefully shut while Steve took all of the impact from his teammates' stares.

Natasha suddenly whispered something to Clint, and even in the limited light, Steve could see the evil grin forming on his face as he nodded and agreed to her plan. They turned back and pretended to continue watching the movie, but Steve noticed Clint kept periodically looking back at him and Tony.

A few minutes later, Steve felt that Tony had definitely fallen asleep; his head dipped a bit on Steve's shoulder and his breathing was steady and slow. Steve looked down at him and suddenly wanted to press his lips to Tony's hair, but stopped himself before he could do something so obvious and stupid.

Steve looked back up to see if he could figure out what part of the movie they were at when he noticed the three Avengers on the other couch were standing up, as if to leave. Steve looked confusedly at the TV, confirming that the movie wasn't over yet, and then sent a questioning look at Natasha.

"We thought you might want some alone time." She said, her voice barely audible as she nodded her head towards the sleeping Tony, her mouth forming into a smirk. Steve blushed and wanted to argue, especially when Bruce finally got the memo and stood up as well.

However, Steve was too worried about waking Tony up and ruining the moment to make a sound, even when Clint pulled out his phone to snap a picture for blackmail purposes. Steve glared at Barton as the archer flashed him a lopsided smirk, putting his phone back in his pocket and walking out of the room, the rest of the Avengers following close behind.

Now that Steve and Tony were alone, Steve became more aware of everything around him. The only sound was the soft noise emitting from the television and the quiet inhale and exhale of air from Tony, along with Steve's own sporadic heartbeat racing. The dimness of the room made Steve want to do something risky in the shadow of the night, and he could smell the faint scent of shampoo mixed with sweat in Tony's hair.

Steve suddenly looked down at Tony when he felt the man loosely grab his shirt in his sleep, holding onto Steve as if he didn't want him to leave.

In a moment of courage and absolute positivity that the other Avengers were gone, (though Steve wouldn't put it past them to plant a camera in the room), he wrapped his arm around Tony's waist, pulling him closer.

Tony murmured something in his sleep but didn't wake, and his form relaxed against Steve's body. Cap smiled slightly, but suddenly felt extremely tired, his eyes drooping and heartbeat slowing. With his arm still around Tony, he moved the genius from a slouched sitting position to laying him down on his side, his back pressed against the back of the couch. Steve then lay down as well, his eyes already closing as he wrapped his other arm around Tony, holding the man tightly against his chest.

Steve was now completely turned away from the TV, and he was happier than he had ever been before, loving the feeling of having Tony in his arms. Tony's face was pressed into Steve's neck, his breath tickling his skin, and he had an arm loosely wrapped around Steve's waist.

Steve wasn't thinking about what Tony would be thinking if he woke up in Steve's embrace, or if the other Avengers found out. All he was thinking about was the perfect moment he was in, and that he wasn't going to let anything ruin it for him.

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Steve Rogers woke up the next morning to the soft tinkling of laughter and the distinct smell of cinnamon scented shampoo. He wearily opened his eyes, and then involuntarily jerked backwards when he saw Tony Stark in his arms, his head buried in Steve's chest.

His sudden movement woke Tony up, and he looked up at Steve, bewildered at their current position. Steve felt heat rising to his face as the events of the previous night came rushing back to him, and he immediately loosened his hold on Tony.

Once Tony got over his momentary shock, he quickly moved his arm away from where it was hooked around Steve's waist, and began untangling his legs from Steve, trying to sit up. Steve was thoroughly discomfited, and it didn't help that they had an audience.

"I feel like we're interrupting something here…" Clint's voice sounded from the doorway, and Steve could hear the other Avengers laughing, making him feel slightly nauseated in embarrassment.

Steve moved his arms away from Tony and finally was able to sit up, glaring at the Avengers who were now crowded around them. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as Tony hastily moved away from him, the space between them expanding as Steve's heart deflated.

Nobody noticed Steve's inner sadness, but at least he was distracted from his thoughts when Clint pulled his phone out and waggled it at Tony, smirking.

"If I thought the pictures I got from last night were good, the ones from this morning are priceless." Tony swatted at Clint's phone in an annoyed manner, his initial confusion turning into irritation.

"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Birdbrain." Tony said, using sarcasm as a defense because he probably had no idea what else to say about the situation.

It was all Steve's fault, and Tony was just unknowingly roped in while he was asleep.

"It never hurts to have some blackmail." Barton responded; probably glad to have some dirt on Tony in revenge for the numerous pranks the genius had played on him in the past.

"I can easily hack into your phone, you know. Don't get too confident in yourself." Tony said, his usual cocky self returning as he stood up and moved farther away from Steve. It was such a typical thing for Tony to do, to pretend nothing even happened and move on with daily life.

Steve felt a mixture of relief and discontent that Tony wasn't going to make a big deal about it. As much as he wanted everybody to forget about what happened, Steve kind of wished Tony had felt something while being in his arms. Something like the love and desire Steve had felt, preferably.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude, where do you think you're going? You have some explaining to do. What happened here?" Clint grabbed Tony's arm before he could leave, and then gestured at Steve and the couch, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing happened." Steve said bluntly, standing up and trying not squirm under the relentless stares of his teammates.

"I don't even know," Tony added, looking like he would rather leave than have to talk about the situation, "It was an accident, I guess."

Clint snorted at this, sending Steve an amused look at Tony's ignorance about Steve's feelings. Steve felt a blush spreading across his cheeks, so he tightened his jaw and looked away.

"Oh, I bet it was an accident. It's okay, Stark, go ahead and tell us how you truly feel about Mr. America over there." Clint said, smirking so widely it looked like it might split his face.

Tony didn't even look flustered, and he gave Clint a long, level, are-you-freaking-kidding-me look that had been mastered a long time ago.

Steve, on the other hand, was as taut as a bowstring and felt like Clint was toeing a very clear line that he should not cross.

"How I truly feel is that it was your fault for picking such a boring movie that made us both fall asleep."

"Hey it wasn't—" Clint started to protest, but then Tony had already moved past him and out the door.

Since he was gone, the rest of the Avengers whirled on Steve, looking at him with questions in their eyes and smirks tugging at their lips.

"Friend Steve, we are sorry for interrupting your time with Friend Tony." Thor apologized, causing Steve to blush and shake his head in denial.

"We fell asleep, that's all."Steve said, his voice steady but kind of strained.

"No kissing or any other naughty behavior?" Clint said, feigning disappointment. Steve rolled his eyes and was ready for a subject change.

"How about we forget about this and go downstairs and eat?"

"Food sounds good to me." Bruce put in, easy-going as usual (except when he was Hulk, of course) and fine with being the peacekeeper.

"Fine, breakfast it is." Clint submitted to Steve's request, but an unholy smirk was still on his face. "But we're not just going to forget about what happened here."

Steve felt the tips of his ears turning red, and he knew he was in for a lot of teasing just because he accidentally on purpose cuddled Tony Stark.

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The next few days were filled with little tokens from Clint and the Avengers to remind Steve and Tony that they had not, and would not, forget what happened.

Once at lunch, there were only five chairs instead of six, with Clint claiming that he thought Tony could just sit in Steve's lap since that seemed to be a hobby of his. Tony was not amused, and had pushed Clint out of his chair so he would have to get another for himself.

Then later, Clint replaced all of Tony's shirts with Captain America t-shirts, and when Tony came to confront him about it, he said that Tony really took borrowing his boyfriend's clothes to a whole new level. Steve was fairly positive that was when Tony started inventing a specialized weapon to use on Clint.

Lastly, it was late at night when Tony went to his room to find his bed filled with gross green slime, with a small note on his pillow that read, "Steve's bed is always available for you to use" along with one of Clint's arrows thrust through a plush heart.

Good thing Steve still thinks Tony is adorable even when he's incredibly annoyed.

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There you go! I guess you could say Steve's "almost too gay to function", haha. Anyway, I hoped you liked it! Please, please, please review!

Thanks!