Say Something
Hekates_Blackest_Blood, Phoenix_Flower_Techtress
Chapter Management
Chapter 2: So, Now I've Said Something... Can We Do Something?
Summary:
Now that Tony and Steve are together, they have to figure out how to make it work. Steve is still battling with his morals from growing up in the 20's and 30's, while Tony is used to a playboy lifestyle here in 2012. Bruce is passed out everywhere, Natasha and Clint are spying again, Clint gets a phone call from someone unexpected, and now, on top of everything weird, there's something off about Thor.
Notes:
I know it's been awhile, and I am so sorry. I've been really busy with college stuff (I'm starting my freshmen year in August!), and trying to catch up with Supernatural before Season 10 starts (I'd never watched it, but Hekate was insistent). But it's here, now, so no more worries. To reward you all for waiting so patiently for me to get my life together, I have put the smex in this chapter! (Que applause) Yes, I know you've been waiting for it, since this story is kind of rated explicit. It's what you came here for. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: Still do not own the Avengers. I will leave that with Disney, as they have more patience than me with long, drawn out business deals.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
So, Now I've Said Something… Can We Do Something?
(Tony POV)
Evening found the team lounging about Stark Tower. After that seemingly endless battle, all any of them wanted to do was curl up into little balls and go to sleep.
Natasha had passed out on the couch beside a stiff Bruce Banner. Clint had commandeered, what he believed to be in secret, the ventilation system for his nests. Thor hadn't returned from Asgard, yet, but he had promised to return soon with news of Loki's sentencing.
Tony sat on the edge of his suit-dismantling platform staring out into the ruined city before him. So much death and destruction… How could all of that damage occur in one afternoon? With an exhausted sigh, Tony covered is face in his hands and dragged them down until his fingertips brushed his chin.
A presence silently appeared behind Tony, interrupting his thoughts. He knew who it was immediately. Tony would know his Second Half's presence anywhere.
Tony closed his eyes and blew out a huffed sigh. Steve hadn't said a word to him since he'd woken up, though Tony couldn't say why. He had thought they were fine after Steve had promised much making out later. 'Well, it's later, dammit! And not so much as a peck. *sigh* Maybe, he's ready, now.' Tony waited while he judged the atmosphere. 'Ooh,' he winced. 'That tension's so tangible it's way past knife cutting.' He huffed again, never taking his eyes off the city. "Ya'know, we're gonna need one hell of a super cleaning lady, tomorrow," Tony joked, attempting to alleviate said tension.
"Tch, everything's still a damn joke to you, isn't it? Not everything is funny, Tony. Half of the city getting destroyed isn't funny. All of those people dying isn't funny."
Tony got to his feet and faced his ranting lover. Why were they going through all this again? Tony Stark made jokes; it was his thing. No, this was about something else. He looked over Steve's face. He had stopped ranting, but his face was still troubled, and his breathing was slightly quicker. Where was all this anxiety coming from?
Tony grasped Steve's bicep and gazed into his eyes. "Babe, we've been through this whole Tony's a jokester thing. What's really bothering you?"
Uncertainty flashed across the super soldier's face. That feeling of when something weighs on one's mind for what seems like eternity, but then one goes to tell someone about it and it suddenly seems so trivial? Steve couldn't help feeling that he was overreacting, but he had to get it off his chest. If he didn't, this incident would become the first of a long line of unresolved issues weighing down their relationship. He had seen it happen enough times with Bucky while they were growing up.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, before whispering, "You scared me to death today, Tony."
The billionaire blinked. 'That's still bothering him? I had no idea,' he thought. 'Then again, Pepper's always telling me I'm really clueless for a genius.'
Steve wasn't done. "Tony, you flew into a portal in space to show how much you care about me, not really expecting to come back alive, and then you treat it like a fucking joke." Tony's gaze dropped to his feet. Steve spread his arms out by his sides. "I wonder if you can take me- us, and our life together- seriously, when you apparently don't take your own life seriously," he concluded.
Tony was silent. For one of the first times in his life, he had no idea what to say. Tony couldn't even think clearly, his mind was so blank.
Steve heaved out a sigh. "So, now I've said something… What do you say?"
Tony stood for a moment, thinking. Then, he stepped forward and reached to place his hands on either side of Steve's face. "I say," he began, "that I love you, and that I am so sorry that I hurt you today. The whole risking my life thing was necessary, we both know that. But, the joking was not, and I'm sorry." He pulled Steve's face so that their foreheads touched. "And I'll work on picking my moments better." Suddenly, he pushed off the super soldier.
Steve watched him in surprise.
"However, my spangled love, the fact remains that I am still a sarcastic son of a bitch. Can we both agree on that?" Tony continued with a completely changed demeanor.
Steve nodded.
"Good. Then, that means that you have to work on taking jokes better."
Now it was Steve's turn to blink. "Excuse me, what?"
Tony sighed and began pacing before the Captain. "You see, relationships work on give and take. One member cannot just walk in, lay down the law, and not expect the law to get laid right back to them. Relationships that start off like that usually don't last very long, or they last a long time, but they're miserable."
Steve crossed his arms and plastered a "oh really?" look across his face. "Is that so?" he asked.
Tony nodded. "Yes, it is very so," Tony responded. He continued pacing in his slow, dramatic way while using his hands to accentuate his words. "If you tell me that I need to work on my timing for jokes, then I will agree to do so. Ipso ergo, you must, also, agree to work on taking jokes better."
Steve smiled at his new lover. So many rules, but it was okay. If they were needed to make this work, he would take them in a heartbeat.
"Ahem!" Tony dramatically drew Steve back. His super human lover raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yes?" He asked, amused.
"Well," Tony began, "I seem to recall a certain Captain promising much kissing later…"
Steve's eyes went wide with mock ignorance. "Did he really?" he asked. That snarky grin never left Steve's face.
A slight pout flashed across the billionaire's face. "Yes, he did, and now it's later," Tony stepped up so that was looking straight up into Steve's face, "and I'm still waiting for that kiss."
Steve rolled his eyes, but didn't turn away. They stood for a moment staring at each other, the expectant grin never leaving Tony's lips. Finally, Steve reached out to cup Tony's cheek. A slight spark erupted between them at the touch. The two lovers drew closer together. Closer and closer, until,
"Tony, you know they're watching us, don't you?" Steve blurted.
Stark winced at the question. "Yeah, they're kind of obvious, aren't they? A bit shameful for master assassins, isn't it? "
Steve threw on an irritated grin, and with a swift nod, stepped away from Tony. Groans erupted from inside as he turned to glare at their uninvited spectators. Clint was crouched in a chair that had been shoved against the siding glass doors, with Natasha perched on his shoulders. Bruce appeared to have been dragged across the floor, and situated on the floor beside the chair. As the Captain's piercing glare landed on them, Natasha slid backwards, dragging a deer-like Clint with her, and disappeared behind the chair. A slight kafuffle was heard before a hand (presumably Nat's) shot out and pulled the disgruntled Bruce behind the chair with them.
Steve turned his gaze back to Tony.
The calm-faced billionaire spread out his arms and chuckled to try to lighten he mood. "Well, at least, we don't have to have that awkward "coming out to the team" speech."
The Captain shook his head silently. He wasn't mad, not really. He couldn't stay mad at Tony for very long. He let out a breath, "Naw, the team already knew. They kinda, knew before we did, really."
Tony's features softened. He could tell his love wasn't angry anymore, but there was still something going on in his head. He stepped forward to stroke Steve's arm comfortingly. "Then what's wrong?"
Steve broke away from Tony's gaze and shook his head with a chuckle. "Tony, I'm not from this time," he started as he turned back. "Back in my day, public displays of affection were just becoming normal between a man and a woman. Never between two men, and never between-" He stopped.
"What?" Tony wanted to know.
A light blush spread across Steve's face. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "And almost never," he corrected himself, "between me and anyone else."
Tony's jaw dropped. "You've never kissed anybody?" he asked, shocked.
Steve began nervously pacing around the balcony. "Well, no, I-I have, um… But you've gotta understand, I wasn't always like this." He gestured to his heavily muscled body. "Pre-serum me was tiny and weak. Hell, if you gave me a map of Brooklyn from the 1940's, I could point out all of the allies I got beat up in." He sighted and leaned against the glass window pain. "I guess, I've always been kinda brave up to a point. I never ran away from a fight. Turned out, girls didn't care if you actually were brave. They only cared if you looked like you were, and I didn't."
Tony was confused, "Yeah, Steve, I know your story, I've read your file and Dad's notes. But, you were traveling around with showgirls months! I find it extremely hard to believe you didn't have them fawning all over you."
The Captain laughed. "Well, you wouldn't be wrong. Every night, one of them was trying to get in my pants. But, Tony, the serum only changed me physically. My personality and moral compass were, and for the most part still are, exactly the same as that small, asthmatic boy from Brooklyn." He locked eyes with Tony, pleading with him to understand. "I can't just flip a switch and be done with it. I may be almost a century old, but in my head, I'm still the guy who crash landed into the ice seventy years ago." He stepped forward and splayed his hands in a gesture for all of him. "I'm still in 1941, Tony, and it might take me a little while to get to 2012."
Tony stroked his beard as he mulled over his love's revelation. To tell the truth, Tony had overlooked the fact Steve was from a completely different era. Sure, he knew the story of Captain America, destroyer of Hydra. In spite of this, having Steve here fighting by his side had caused him to sort of forget just how old he was, and why he still looked so young. Tony lifted his eyes to gaze at his Second Half, lost in this new time. He was going to have to take this slower than he ever had before.
"You are absolutely right, Steve, I'm sorry." He stepped forward to grasp Steve's hands and look up into his eyes. "Now, I'm not used to taking things slow, or really being nice, for that matter; this entire conversation has been really out of character for me." He grinned. "And, I know this is really strange, what with you suddenly being in another time, and us only knowing each other for little more than a day."
Steve cracked a smile at that, "Yeah, that is pretty weird."
The grin on Tony's face was slowly replaced by a new smile. Not one of his snarky grins, either. This one made his eyes twinkle. "Yeah. But, I know deep down in my bomb shard infested heart that this is worth putting the effort in."
Steve's eyes widened. "Do you really mean that, Tony?"
Tony let out a heavy breath. "Yeah, I do. I think Thor and his crazy alien brethren on onto something with this whole Second Half thing. There's just something about you that makes me believe we're meant to be."
Steve's mouth dropped slightly open as he remembered Clint and Nat's words from earlier that day. 'Even if you did have a thing for Tony's dad, he made you, and you are still here! You are still here with Tony!' 'And if that isn't meant to be, then I don't know what is.' Understanding finally hit him. Howard wasn't placed in his life for him. He was placed there for Tony. A connection from across the span of time to make sure Steve would be there for Tony. No wonder Steve had had feelings for him. His soul recognized the father of its Second Half. It wasn't love he had felt, it was Tony.
Steve grabbed Tony and pulled him into a tight embrace. His nose nuzzled into the hair of the shorter man as Tony recovered from his shock and held tightly to his Captain. "I see, now," he whispered into Tony's ear. "I see, now, the importance of Howard. Howard, the serum, Red Skull, the plane crash, all of it." Steve adjusted to stare into Tony's face. "It was all to get me here, in 2012, to you."
"Hehe, well in that case, you just happen to be the one good thing Dad did for me," Tony responded. "So, what do we do now?" he asked.
Steve stopped smiling. "What?"
"Well, we gotta do something," Tony explained, disentangling himself from his bulky lover. "I'm going to respect your wishes to take it slow, but we still need to do something. We can't just stand here mooning over each other all night; it's too out of character for us, and it'll get weird. But, since I'm new to the whole "taking it slow" life, I'll leave you to determine what we do."
An amused grin plastered itself to Steve's face. "Oh, really? You'll leave me to decide, huh? Well, in that case," Steve engaged a look of mock superiority, "Tony Stark, I, Steve Rogers, would like to take you on a date."
Floods of laughter burst from Tony's lungs. "You're going to take me on a date? That's usually the guy's job. Hey, why do I have to be the girl?" he inquired.
"Because you're a fucking bitch, Tony!" Clint's voice called from behind the chair. Apparently, the three were still miraculously hiding behind it.
"You shut the fuck up, Robin Hood! I'll break your arrows and shove 'em up your fuzzy fox ass! Try explaining that one to Maid Marian!" Tony retorted in his fuckthisshit bitch voice.
Clint jumped up from behind the chair. "Hey, hey!" he protested with his hands in the air. "Your reaction is exactly what I'm talking about! I'm surprised you haven't designed a suit with an opening mouth hole as much as you stare at Steve's star spangled ass!
Steve blushed through his heaving laughter. These kids were just so funny. However, Tony was having none of it.
"That's it, Green Arrow, time to pay!" With that, Tony darted inside after the archer, who quickly took off in the other direction to avoid the raging billionaire.
In the midst of the chaos, Maroon 5's Stay With Me Tonight blasted from Clint's right pant's pocket. Shock and embarrassment caused the assassin to suddenly trip over a snoring Bruce Banner lying straight as a board on the floor.
"Time out!" he called, and the room froze. Tony and Steve watched as Clint's face lit up like a tomato as he quickly realized everyone was listening to his Maroon 5 ring tone. However, Tony noticed there was something off about the look of mortification the archer had as he stared at his cell phone. There was embarrassment there, sure, but underneath all that, he could see true terror and confusion. 'Who the hell is calling him,'he thought. He glanced over to Natasha, who knew Clint better than anyone, to gauge her reaction. The same look of terror and confusion crossed her features. She definitely knew who's ring tone that was. One thing was for certain: whoever was calling Clint should not have been.
Finally, with a shaking hand, Clint pulled his phone out of his pocket. He placed it next to ear. "Hello," he greeted in a nervous whisper. Clint suddenly sat straight up as the person began talking. His entire demeanor switched form fearful confusion to angry confusion. "Fury!" he shouted,"The hell are you doing calling me from this number? What do you mean, meet you? I jut finished helping to save the entire world, and you wanna call me in for something?"
Steve and Tony exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"Arggghh!" Clint slammed his hand. "Dammit, fine, I'm on my way. But, when I get there, you had better tell me why you're calling me from hisphone." The Hawk hung up in a rage. With an exasperated sigh he grumbled, "I'm gonna be out for a while guys. Don't wait up for me. And with that, he disappeared out the window.
Tony turned to glare at Natasha. "Who's number was that, Nat?" he interrogated.
The normally so tough Russian spy quickly averted her eyes from everyone, blinking rapidly. "It.. It isn't anyone's number," she denied. Then, she turned back to her friends, her normal composure restored. "It's not important. Don't worry about it, guys. Just go have fun on your date." She turned and entered the elevator before anyone could question her.
(Steve POV)
The door of Stark Tower whooshed open as Steve and Tony returned from their date. Thoughts of the night's events swirled through Steve's head, distracting him from Tony's obvious ass ogling. Neither of them noticed the giant Asgardian sitting on the couch shoveling Moose Tracks ice cream out of a Party Pail into his mouth.
Silently, Steve pressed the button to hail the elevator. When the lift arrived, the hair suddenly pricked on the back of his neck, indicating someone was watching him. However, before he could turn and look, hands grappled at his arms. In a flash, his back was smashed against the elevator wall with Tony's hot mouth closing in on his.
Caught off guard, Steve couldn't help but forget his inhibitions and latch onto his Half's inviting lips. For a moment, everything was gone. The elevator, the tower, the team, the whole of 2012, all that existed was Tony's lips holding onto his for dear life.
Steve pulled back once Tony's breathing started to get heavy. Damn fool, with his ego, would have never released first. "Tony, that was great, but what-"
Tony cut him off, "I know we said we would take this slow, but I've wanted to do that all day."
All Steve wanted to do was press close to lover and lock lips again. His eyes traveled all over Tony's body as he battled with his principles. 'Come on, Rogers, you're a grown man. You are 92, for goodness sake's. 92 year old virgin, and you're contemplating saying no to the man you love, who just happens to be one off the sexiest men on the planet?' Steve ended his eye roving by locking gazes with Tony's slightly dilated eyes.
"Um, excuse me, Captain Spaceica, you there?" Tony's voice broke through his thoughts.
Steve blinked out of his reverie and refocused on Tony. The billionaire continued, "Yeah, hi, I have been thinking, and from the look on your face just now, I can assume you've been thinking the same thing." Steve blinked again in confusion.
Tony stepped closer to Steve, almost closing the gap between them. "Well, for the whole day, people have kept telling me to say something to you, ya'know? Even JARVIS."
Steve's eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'What is he trying to get at?'
A low chuckle rumbled in Tony's throat, the sound going straight through Steve's body. "So, now I've said something…" He closed the gap, lips hovering over the soldier's. "Can we do something?"
Steve's eyes flashed at his lover's request. It was now or never. 'Fuck 1941, and fuck that damn switch!' Without warning, Steve was suddenly kissing Tony with such a ferocity the billionaire had never experienced. Steve wrapped one arm around Tony's waist. The other he used to shove the two of them across the small elevator. His muscled arms pushed Tony into the button panel. As they moved and writhed with the sensuality of the kiss, all of the buttons ended up pressed by Tony's ass. Steve lifted Tony off the ground so his love could wrap his legs around the Captain's strong hips. The Captain rutted against the genius' perfect as, trying to create as much friction as he could to alleviate his hardening dick.
The doors dinged and opened repeatedly as the elevator arrived on each floor, but the lovers took no notice. Their moans and heaving breaths carried above the intrusive sounds. Steve finally relinquished Tony's mouth when they had reached the top floor. Tony growled and tried to pull Steve back into their intimate embrace, but the Captain wasn't having it. He simply winked and dragged the aroused billionaire out of the elevator and into the penthouse.
They dashed across the expansive room towards Tony's large bedroom before either Natasha or Bruce (Clint had left to see Phil in the hospital as soon as he'd received the phone call, Nat had told them not to expect him back that night) spotted them. Upon reaching the bedroom, Steve slammed Tony against the door as soon as it shut and attacked his lover's neck. Red love marks bloomed across Tony's skin.
Hands roamed, rubbed, and caressed, as the two explored each other's bodies, finding out the little things that elicited gasps or moans of pleasure. Tony would shudder every time Steve brushed his fingers lightly over the genius' covered crotch. After one particularly sensitive brush, Steve leaned down to his Half's ear.
"You have too many clothes on, and I don't like it," he whispered in a low voice.
Tony grabbed Steve's hand and placed it on the front of his pants. "So, do something about it," he challenged.
Steve growled and smashed his lips into Tony's as he forced his lover's pants open and slid them off his hips. Tony's boxers quickly followed. "Superman? Seriously?" Steve teased, separating from his Half long enough to tug his shirt over his head.
Tony gave a defensive huff, "Oh, be quiet. You only found out about him a couple hours ago. You can't fathom his greatness."
Steve gave Tony's swelled cock a forceful pump in retaliation, eliciting a loud moan from the genius. "Oh, really? Do I have competition?" he hissed seductively.
Tony gulped as Steve massaged his swollen tip with an oddly skilled thumb. 'How the hell does he know how to do this?' Tony was so aroused, he could barely respond, "Competition? Possibly. He's just as manly and powerful as you, but," Tony wrapped his arms around Steve's neck to press his lips to his ear. "But, I've seen him naked." He was completely fucking with his lover, but he knew it would push Steve to prove he was the better man. And, hell if he didn't want Steve to prove it all over his body, outside and in.
He wasn't disappointed. Steve growled again, as his grip tightened on Tony's cock. "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm just going to have to show him up, then, aren't I?"
(Tony POV)
The pair had laid there for awhile coming down off their high and enjoying the feel of simply being near each other, when the door suddenly flew open.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Thor shouted in his huge Asgardian voice, then just as quickly left the couple to themselves.
Tony and Steve blinked several times in confusion, both unsure if that had really just happened.
"I think there's something up with Thor," Steve's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and suspicion.
Tony stared in the direction Thor had left him, mulling over possible causes. "Well… he did just get back from Loki's trial, and more likely than not, the results turned up bad for Loki."
Steve nodded in understanding. "Yeah, and Thor told you he and Loki were these Soul Halves things that you and I apparently are. Maybe, he's just bummed."
Tony's forehead creased in thought. "Yeah, maybe…" he mumbled, stroking his beard. After a few moments of thought, he suddenly brightened up, "But you know what's really cool?"
Steve was taken aback a little, "Um, I don't know… The two of us had sex and became an item the same day we met?" He looked to read Tony's reaction.
Tony hopped off the bed and walked over to his work table. "No, that's just weird," he responded, while nonchalantly sifting through his diagrams for a blank sheet of paper.
The Captain crossed is arms in mock irritation to Tony's flippant comment. "Then what, pray tell, is really cool?" he asked while moving to see what Tony was now drawing. The sight he was met with made him face palm.
"That opening mouth hole suit idea Hawkeye had, was actually pretty damn clever. Of course, I'd probably never fight in it, as it would be more fit for sex than battle…" Tony continued mumbling to himself, as Steve went to collect his various clothes items scattered about the room.
"Now, I could install a normal video camera in the lenses so we can make sex tap-"
Steve immediately stopped his search as suddenly realized something. "Cameras!" he shouted, shooting up stick straight. His gaze snapped to Tony, who had shut up after his outburst.
"Steve, it's okay if you don't wanna do cameras, I can just get Clint to do-"
"No, no, no, you don't understand!" Steve cut him off. "The elevators have cameras! If any of your people, or Clint and Natasha for that matter get their hands on that footage, we'll be out to the public in no time. Not to mention, my face will be out to the public, something I had to swear to the U.S. Government to keep a secret."
Tony nodded. "Yeah, yeah, you're absolutely right and…" All of the color drained from Tony's face. "What if Pepper finds it?"
Steve blinked, "Wait, what?"
Tony jumped out of his chair. "Oh my God, she'll kill me!" The totally whipped billionaire hurried out the door, Steve close on his heels.
"Wait, why will she kill you?" Steve asked as they made a mad dash for the security office. Which was on the first floor.
Tony stopped. "No time to get all the way down there the elevator, she'll definitely get there before us…"
"Tony, no!" Steve new what he was thinking.
"We have to take a suit," Tony announced, already hailing it on his bracelet.
Steve was not done protesting, "Tony, we do not need to get a suit-"
"Too late!" Tony shouted as the suit pieces assembled themselves on his body. Without warning, he grabbed Steve's arm and launched himself outside. In what seemed like a moment, the duo had landed on the bottom floor, and were dashing for the security office.
Once there, they quickly and quietly entered the room. Tony heaved out a massive sigh of relief when he realized no one was in there. "Hey, Steve," he said.
"What?"
Tony stepped toward the main computer. "I love you, man, but please don't touch anything. I'm still getting over the 'it seems to run on some kind of electricity' line from the ship," Tony asked apologetically.
Steve crossed his arms in wishful defiance. "Fine. But, can you please explain to me why, above all else, we need to hide this from Pepper?"
"Hide what from me?" Both of the boys froze in their shoes.
Tony slowly turned to look behind me with a face that screamed guilty all over it. "Oh, dammit!"
Notes:
How'd you like it? Were Steve and Tony too out of character in the sap scene? I'm not that experienced in writing the smex, so I hope you all will let me know what you think in your comments, please. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I'll be coming out with my next installment in the Songs for My Second Half series, soon. The next one will be a trilogy starting from the beginning of Thor and Loki's relationship. You want more of that little back story Thor told Tony? Look this up; it will be called All of Me. And don't forget to read Hekate's Blackest Blood's stories, too. Her plots are just as important to the connected storyline as mine are.