[A/N Hello people. Thankyou for everyone who put the story or me on alert and/or reviewed! I'm really happy with your feedback so far.

To Anon 'miss america': Excellent point! Yes, Tony could have held one of his famous conferences. However, the public is skeptical and loves turning against you. And, as Fury was kind enough to point out, said public adores the idea of the two of them together. This is a commercial thing, and Fury thinks them being together is better for their image than them trying to cover up a hug on a balcony. Thankyou for your review!:)

Now, on to the story.]

Part 3

Tony POV

The night Steve and I had the, err, 'enlightening' chat with Fury, seemed like the perfect night to pick up a girl, get her drunk and then slam her into the mattress until she screamed for more. However, this was not possible as the party the Avenger's had been invited to had paparazzi all over the place. So I was stuck at Steve's side, as the giant's arm wrapped around my waist as if I was a God-damned woman. Surely everybody could see that I was wearing the pants in our non-existent relationship!

Now Steve was guiding me up the stairs (Stairs with a red carpet draped over them), into the majestic building holding most of the top 100 richest people of the world. A couple of paparazzi were asking our attention, so Steve decided it was OK to use his super-serum-caused-strength to turn me around against my will. Acting as a couple, fine. I had somewhat come to terms with that. But Steve was downright overdoing it.

"What are you doing?" I whispered at him, annoying tone coming through quite well despite my the lowness of the murmur.

"Better get this over with. The quicker the word spreads, the shorter we will have to endure this hellish solution of Fury." He explained to me, still whispering. We both flashed our amazingly fake smiles at the camera, both leaning in slightly more for emphasis, heads pressed together. We were quite good at this. As soon as the camera's were done flashing and we had turned around to walk back up the stairs, we took as big a distance as possible for two guys pretending to be a couple. I could still feel captain's large fingers lightly grazing my lower back, and it wasn't unpleasant. Of course, I would never admit to this out loud. Natasha was downright smirking at me when we greeted her and the rest of the team inside. And as we all know Natasha is always serious business so this meant she was pretty damned amused about the whole situation.

"So 'nothing happened', huh?" Bruce, Barton and Thor were all snickering because of Natasha's comment (God knows how she even knew of that conversation between Bruce, Thor and me).

"You know with all my money, power and fame I could easily have you all sued for one thing or another, right?" I smirked back at them. This friendly bickering continued throughout the party, and we mostly stayed together. I'm pretty sure I saw Natasha and Clint dancing together, so that's something I've got to remember for if they ever dare tease me with this Steve-business again. Especially since they looked like a combination of Bambi on ice and a fish on dry land. Steve's hand was glued to my back the whole time, and I was steered in all directions by him and forced to give my statement on gay marriage (Because that's what they put your through when you are a famous and rich man coming out of the closet).

"I think we," It was still weird to refer to homosexuals with 'we', "should have exactly the same rights as everyone else because we are human beings." I repeated for the 100th time that night.

"So you are now completely done with women?" The reporter, with whom I'd slept a year or so ago asked almost hopefully, as if she still had a chance to get laid again.

"I don't see why my relationship with Steve should influence my taste in women." I replied, but then added as an extra incentive "Altought he is mouthwateringly gorgeous, of course." I was having fun with watching Steve's face flush a dark crimson every time I said something related to the (sadly still non-existent) physical aspects of our relationship. I didn't get to dwell on that thought for too long, though, because I was, again, being steered away.

"Steve will you stop doing that?" I shout-whispered to him, trying to wiggle out of his iron grip. Iron, ha-ha. Although the irony wasn't entirely adequate, because my suit isn't made of iron. Haaaaa irony! OK, enough of this bullshit. I had to remember that I was still angry with Steve.

"Doing what?" He answered with an innocent smile.

"You," I pointed my finger into his way too broad chest, "steering me," I pointed to myself "like I'm some sort of good-for-nothing woman that can't stand up for herself because her husband is way too strong for her!"

"Well, I AM way too strong for you!" Steve was having way too much fun with this. OK, maybe I had it coming.

"You don't just… Take charge of Tony Stark! People don't do that! There isn't a single mane, Tony Stark can't tame." I said proudly, tilting my chin up.

"That's exactly the difference in being with me, Tony." Steve was on the border of doubling up and laughing at me.

"Except we aren't together, so you might as well, you know take some distance." I hissed through gritted teeth, trying once again to push myself out of his grip. He only tightened his arm and.. no. Did he just add another one? Was he actually encircling my waist?

"Well, while Fury is making us do this, might as well have fun with it." Steve grinned when I pulled a helpless expression on him. When suddenly, my genius brain came up with a great idea.

"Yes, yes we might." I could tell that I probably had 'that look' in my eyes, because Steve was getting kind of concerned. "What do you say, do we ruin his party or what?" I asked, cocking my head in the direction of Fury, who was chatting with some of his equally terrifying friends. "Because he, you know, ruined both our love lives for the next 5 years?"

"Yeah… I think he kind of deserves that.." Steve grinned and grabbed my hand (I temporarily ignored the nice feeling of his soft, slightly bigger hand enclosing mine, and chose to review on that later) and we started planning.

Fury was not getting out of this without any trouble for himself..

[A/N Thankyou to the reviewers and everyone who put this on alert! Thaaaaaanks.]