Disclaimer: None of these beautiful people belong to me. Bummer.

A/N: I want reviews.

Chapter 6

"Here Steve," Tony passed the bowl filled with buttery popcorn down to Steve, suppressing a shiver when their fingers brushed each other's, and then rounded the couch and sat down next to Bucky. Lord knows he wanted to sit next to Steve but he doubted that he would be able to control himself from touching him if he did so. Back, before, Tony and Steve used to be constantly touching, sitting close enough that their hips touched, Steve putting his hands on Tony's shoulders as he watched him work, Tony winding his arms around Steve's neck as Steve drew or ate, or read the newspaper. Bucky used to complain all the time about how he knew that they felt they had to be attached at the hip but they really didn't because it was nearly impossible to brush past both of them in their small apartment. Tony still maintained the fact that he was jealous that Tony could touch Steve and he couldn't.

"Thanks Tony," Steve smiled at him, his blue eyes sparkling, and that was why Tony couldn't allow himself to sit next to Steve. If he was in reach Tony would reach for him.

"You should try some of this on it," Clint offered the spice he was sprinkling on his bowl of popcorn and Tony glanced at it as it was passed between their hands. It was an exotic spice that Tony wasn't even sure he could pronounce but on the label it read extremely hot.

"You're not going to like that," Tony said absently, stealing the remote from Bruce and clicking through the channels to find the one he saw the movie on earlier.

"I'm not?" Steve asked, sounding bemused as he stared at the bottle. He liked to think that Tony would know what he liked and what he wouldn't but he didn't think that they had known each other long enough for that. It took months to form that kind of connection and the Avengers had only started living in the same tower a month ago.

"How do you know if he's going to like it or not Stark?" Natasha asked, mostly playfully. Tony pursed his lips and kept quiet because Natasha, quite frankly, still scared him. She had betrayed him and he had almost trusted her. Well, fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice and shame on me, and all that jazz.

"I just know he isn't going to like it, that's all." Tony said stiffly, battling the intense urge to tell Natasha that he knew everything about Steve, from the way he always liked to roll out of bed on the left side (often rolling over Tony in the process), to the way his favorite time was early in the morning when the sky was still streaked with different colors, to the way he always liked to have his eyes open when they kissed because he liked watching what he was doing to Tony.

Tony shifted as he started the movie started rolling, pulling a pillow on top of his lap and curling around it.

"Well, I think Steve should decide for himself if he likes things or not," Natasha said. Tony rolled his eyes and stood up, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of sparkling orange water, something the tower stocked for the sole reason that Steve loved them. He adjusted his pants while he was in there and then walked back, handing the water to a gagging Steve who tears in his eyes.

As he sat down next to a smirking Bucky, he just couldn't resist. He stared straight at Natasha as he spoke.

"I told you,"