[A/N it's 4:00, and I couldn't sleep. So I used my sneaky techniques (learned those from Black Widow while watching the Avengers) to get to my computer. Oh, by the way, I have a link where you can watch the Avengers. It's not brilliant quality, but well, the DVD isn't even out yet. So if you wanted to see it again, just send me a message and I'll get you the link. (if it still works xD)]
Part 8.
"All right, people. Welcome to my humble private jet." I said, smiling broadly while contradicting myself.
"It's more luxurious than my old apartment." Clint breathed, eyes roaming around the open and spacious interior of the Stark jet.
"Have a seat, my friends." I said, gesturing to the comfortable couch in the back. "I assume drinks are out of the question?" I grinned at them. Everyone (except Steve, who I had chosen to ignore in revenge) was actually smiling, which was an achievement. Even Bruce cracked a not-too-awkward smile. "Alright. Let's see.." I set down besides the rest of the team, as far away as possible from Steve, and got a piece of paper and a pen.
"What are you up to?" Bruce asked, eyeing the items in my hand.
"Well, contrary to popular believe, I don't just think about myself all the time." I said, glaring at Steve, who I could just see in the corner of my eye. "If we are going to spend a whole day in NYC with 6 completely different people, everyone should get to choose something they like. As in, activities."
"That is very thoughtful of you, brother." Thor smiled at me, clapping my back hard enough for me to almost choke on my own spit.
"Right, Bruce. What do you want to do today? Remember, all on me."
Creating the list was easier than it should have been, considering our differences. Natasha had insisted on going to the cinema to watch 'men in black', not to enjoy the movie but to criticize the fighting techniques of everyone. This had gone fairly well and we had all enjoyed looking at the weird karate rip-off moves they were making.
Bruce thought it was a nice idea to go to the 'New York Hall of Science', a museum about science which was the most fun for him and for me. I'd hoped it would suck for Steve, but he actually learned something, which he enjoyed, and that sucked.
I, myself, had dragged everyone into a shopping centre because their closets could really use an upgrade or two. Or three. It turned out to be pretty hilarious. Watching Thor persuade Clint into trying on a dress, watching Natasha fume about the bad quality of the material.
"This could easily be ripped by a knife." She had said. Then Steve tried on a pair of pants, which he ended up buying with my credit card, which hugged his ass way too good. Even though I was reminding myself to keep ignoring him, watching him in this pants possibly multiple times a week was definitely worth my money. I also bought us all matching I heart NY sweaters, to each his own color. Bruce a green one, blue for don't-call-him-Steven-he-is-Rogers-now. Natasha and Clint got matching black ones, and Thor got a red one which left yellow for me. We all looked like a bunch of weirdoes, but it was fun nonetheless.
"Yellow really doesn't suit you, Tony." Clint mused, looking me up and down.
"I know," I pouted, "But Thor got a red one already."
After our shopping trip, it was Clint's turn who immediately went for the 'Long Island Shooting Center'. Also fun, because we all got to shoot the crap out of both moving and still targets. Of course, Clint and Natasha were both acing everything, Steve wasn't half bad because of his practice in the army, and I was used to Iron Man so this wasn't particularly hard. Bruce and Thor both had way too large hands for the guns, had no experience at all and got frustrated with the machines, but it was still fun.
Steve had chosen to put us all through mountain-biking, the mountain-biking in itself was fun, but competing against Steve and his stamina wasn't. Besides, I could think of a few things I'd rather have him use the stamina on. Anyhow, Steve won, Natasha was second, Thor's bike had been crushed under his weight, Bruce and Clint followed closely after Natasha and I came peddling around last. Fuck you, Steve, you did this on purpose didn't you. My thought was confirmed when I saw Steve giving me a sneaky smirk. Bastard. Everyone was pretty much drained after all the activities, so we went to a shawarma joint to re-fuel and relax before starting with Thor's chosen activity. Everyone was actually a bit scared about his chosen activity.
"So." I said, munching on my food, "how has the day been so far, guys?"
"Excellent!" Thor boomed, still full of energy.
"Good." Steve mumbled, probably too ashamed to admit it. Natasha and Clint agreed, nodding wildly.
"So, guys. We have one last person to choose an activity. What will it be, Thor?" I asked.
"I want to do that activity, where humans go to a place where they dance together, and drink beer." Thor said, proud that he actually came up with something that normal people do on a daily basis.
"You want us to go clubbing? The Avengers, clubbing, together?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Exactly!" Did his smile just grow even wider?
So we all agreed on going clubbing, and were now seated around the bar of club 'Le Bar Bat', which Thor had chosen simply because he liked the name.
"Alright. I know this was meant to be a hangover recovery trip, but what do you think? Shall we get shit-faced or what?" I asked, and they seemed to agree happily. "Mister!" I called to the barman, "Serve my friends the best and most expensive you've got, will you?" I slipped him a couple of bills without looking, "Keep the change." And he went to work on mixing our drinks.
The night was going quite well. Natasha had agreed, and I'm sure I saw her blushing, to dance with Clint. God those two need to open their eyes and get together already. Bruce had actually allowed himself a dance which a pretty lady had offered him. Turned out she knew who he was, and she was a great fan of 'the other guy'. Thor was in a drinking contest with a bunch of other guys, and was doing well, or so it seemed. Which once again, left Steve and me. He shuffled closer to me, looking at the ground with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Hey, Tony?"
"Yes, Steve?" I replied, trying to make eye contact with his beautiful blue eyes, but he insisted on giving the floor all his attention.
"I'm sorry for the things I said. It was uncalled for. I was just… confused." He said, and to my surprise, offered his hand. "Want to dance?" He smiled slightly and uncertainly when I just gaped at him, slowly standing from my chair to accept his offered hand.
"Yes." I mumbled, "Yes of course."
"We are still superhubbies, yes?" He asked, still shy.
"Look, Steve, I don't know what fuelled your need to say what you did, but as long as you say you didn't mean it.. who am I to tell you otherwise? Like I said, I say the dumbest shit all the time, without actually meaning it. It's OK." I said. We had arrived at the dance floor, and Steve awkwardly moved his hands to my waist. "Uh Steve."
"Hmm?"
"I don't actually know how to dance with a dude." He laughed, and that's when everything fell into place because I'd made Steve laugh, and that was how it was supposed to happen. This was supposed to be the rest of my life, me making Steve happy. Forever. Of course, they chose that moment to start a slow song, because everything in my life seemed to be one huge cliché. It did give me an excuse to wrap my hands around Steve's neck, to lean into his chest as he pulled my closer.
"Do it again." Steve suddenly said, breaking my peaceful trance-like state.
"Do what?"
"I want to try it. I think I'm ready." That made me extremely confused, because he sounded like a girl ready to lose her virginity.
"Steve?"
"Kiss me." He said, and my heart literally skipped a beat.
[A/N Because I'm tired now and finally ready to go to sleep, it ends here. Sowwie! Also, note how Tony keeps saying how he is ignoring Steve, but is actually paying more attention to him than all the others :) And I'm asking my sister to draw some fanart of them in the sweaters! :D yay. See ya later, faithful readers.]