[A/N Thankyou for reviewing! I'm glad somebody is reading my story. Good stuff.]
Part 2.
Tony walked into the sitting room, a fresh cup of coffee in his hands and he was totally ready for a bit of relaxing in front of the TV. Especially after having opened up to someone else than Pepper… Showing his weak side to Steve had seriously drained him.
He wasn't exactly prepared to get stared at as soon as he walked in. He had made sure all the tear-marks were of his face before facing the rest of the world (because God forbid anyone ever saw Tony crying). He wasn't particularly known for apologizing, but everyone had seen him going to Steve's to say sorry. So what was it that made Thor and Bruce's eyes so glued to him?
"Hey guys, what's up. I know I'm sexy as hell and anyone would enjoy staring at me for days, but I thought you fancied women?" He walked over to them and flopped down on the couch next to Bruce, who immediately leaned back a bit to get a better look at him.
"Dude seriously, what happened in there?" Bruce asked him, waving his hand in the direction of Steve's room. Tony rolled his eyes dramatically.
"We made up, kissed, then had amazing, gay, make-up sex!" Thor's eyes actually widened, and Tony served them with another one of his famous eye-rolls. "Of course we didn't! What do you mean, 'what happened in there'? I apologized. That's it." Seriously, why were they making a big deal out of nothing?
"You were apologizing for 30 minutes, Tony. 30 minutes! Besides, Natasha said not to bother you two." Tony made a mental note to kill Natasha.
"I don't care if Natasha got the wrong idea. We were just figuring things out."
"About your relationship?" Thor asked bewildered, and Tony legitimately face-palmed.
"Captain America and I are absolutely NOT in a relationship. I would even go as far as to say we absolutely HATE each other. Would you shut up about our non-existent relationship?" He didn't see the one and only Captain just behind him. When he saw Bruce looking at a point just behind him, Tony turned around to look too, to see the captain in question storming off again.
"That doesn't look like nothing to me, brother." Thor commented, chewing on his 12th donut of the day. Tony shook his head to try to organize his thoughts. Why did he always screw up everything… He followed Steve to the balcony he had run off to, leaving Bruce and Thor to figure things out for themselves. (Let them draw the wrong conclusions, he thought bitterly)
"Hey, big boy, you should stop running off like that. Kind of ruins your whole mature persona." He said mainly to Steve's back because the guy was leaning over the balcony railing.
"Why can't we just be friends. After everything you said last night.. the thing with your father.. Was that all made up just to get rid of me or something?" Steve turned around and looked at him. Tony was kind of helpless in this situation. He had close to no experience with emotions, and Steve was a pretty sensitive guy. He tentatively reached out to touch the other man's shoulder, but Steve shook his hand off. "No more hugs until I get an explanation." Steve declared, crossing his arms over his chest. Tony looked at him in disbelieve. After all, not a lot of people were offered a hug from the one and only Tony Stark.
"Steve.. You should just know that.. that I'm not good with all this new.. friendship sort of stuff. Tash is right, I am not a team player. Never have been. I've screwed up every attempt at a relationship, and I have no family to speak of. I've pretty much been alone all my life, and I'm trying not to screw this up. Just.. just give me a chance and don't just believe everything that comes out of my mouth. I say the stupidest things all the time." Tony reached forward again, pulling Steve to him by his shoulder. Steve didn't protest, and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of the smaller man against his chest. The sound of a loud 'snap' made them both let go and look around them bewildered.
"What was that?" Steve wondered out loud.
"A camera. We're screwed."
And screwed they were. The next day found them both sitting at a desk in Fury's office, heads down in defeat.
"Would you care to explain this to me?" Fury raged, holding up the newspaper article featuring the two men in a hug with the title 'Iron Man and Captain America: Superhusbands?'.
"It was just a hug!" Tony held up his hands in defense.
"Last time I checked, Tony Stark doesn't just hug people. What am I going to do about this? There is no covering up this photo! Now listen here, I have nothing against gay people and you guys being in a relationship is just fine-"
"We are not-"
"But, this will totally ruing your image! Steve is supposed to be the perfect American citizen. Blonde hair, broad shoulders, nice and pretty face. Now he needs a wife, a nice villa and a couple of kids. Not some gay romance in 'Stark Tower'!" Fury had stood up and his palms were flat on his desk, his gaze staring them down. "Now we are going to resolve this." He picked up the news paper and started waving it around a bit for emphasis. "People, they love you two. 'Superhusbands'. I think it's time you two," he gestured to the two males whose mouths turned into a scowl when realization hit them both, "Became a public thing"
"Oh hell.." Tony let his face fall in his hands before looking up at Fury. "I thought you just said that was exactly what was not supposed to happen!"
"That was before this photo turned up." Tony let out a deep sigh, and looked Steve, who looked back with equal horror plastered on his face. Yup, great idea, Fury.
Because Tony was just great with love, and he really wanted to come out a non-existent closet for the whole world.
And Steve, who was not used this new era where homosexuality was pretty much normal and who was practically still a virgin, would be totally fine kissing a man in public.
This was just great. Just great.
[A/N these two parts just served as intro to the story. After this, I will start writing from Tony's or Steve's point of view, so that you actually know how they feel about all this. You might have noticed that 3rd point of view isn't exactly my specialty]