AN: Hey guys! Thanks for the very nice reviews and stuff, they were a bliss to read! To the one who didn't get the wrist-thing: apparently everyone in this story with homosexual tendencies is having slightly 'Gay-hands' (loose wrists). Basically it is just the way Tony (and Pepper) can tell when people are playing for their own team. Here is a link to a demonstration so you can get the picture ;)
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Ps. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and I repeat. Thor's love for whales is canon! Go watch Ultimate Avengers now. It is just beautiful.
Chapter 8: Whale-savers and whale-killers
Tony was sitting on the kitchen table staring sleepily at his wrist.
"I still can't believe she had to flop it in my face before I noticed," he mumbled. Steve chuckled.
"And then she yelled you were gay? I am starting to think that this is how you do it in this age." He was stirring some unbearable healthy porridge he insisted on feeding them, wearing the frilly apron. It was early morning and no one else were awake. Steve was a morning person so he always awoke that early. This morning tangled completely with the inventors body. The perfect start on their 'not being in a relationship' - thing!
"But I don't feel any different. Shouldn't I start feeling more fabulous?" Tony asked.
"I think Loki have to teach us both now. Do you think we can get away with breaking him free again next time he's destroying everything?" Steve asked fluttering innocently with those ridiculously long eyelashes.
"I really have destroyed you, haven't I?" Tony laughed and ruffled his hair. Steve giggled in his completely unmanly way, which he didn't care about that much anymore. There was one thing Steve at least liked about this situation. Him and Tony could go back to almost being normal again... almost.
When the rest of the team got up they immediately sensed that something had happened. First things first Tony was sitting on the kitchen counter. Steve was beside him making breakfast and smiling? And more important they were talking casually. None of them commented on it but they all secretly wished that Tony would take a shower so they at least had a song that could give a hint. Under the whole meal Tony couldn't help but notice how Thor was glaring at him. He shuddered. The big æsir could be so scary sometimes. He poked Steve under the table.
"Why is Thor looking like he wants to strangle me with my own intestines?" he whispered. Steve shrugged.
"I don't know? Have you offended him or something?" Tony shrugged. He didn't really remember but then again he often didn't pay attention to what he said.
After the meal, Clint and Natasha dragged Steve away so he could spar against them, and Bruce had excused himself and immediately runned of to the lab. That left Tony with the demi god with the black aura.
"So I should probably join Bruce and go science. See you around Mc. Hammer!" He was halfway to the door when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Anthony," sounded a dangerously low voice behind him. Tony broke out in goosebumps and cold sweat.
"Yes Thor?" he answered with a slightly high pitched voice.
"What have you done to my Stephen?"
"I don't know what you are talking about?" Tony's voice was trembling now. Facial color blue.
"Last evening he came up here. Looking almost ravished and with tears in his eyes. He quickly excused himself and left to his own quarters." The grip tightened around his shoulder. - Shit that is why it was thundering! I am so not gonna survive this! -
"Look I didn't ravish him!" Thor growlet.
"Say that to my face."
"Okay maybe a little..." The grip was now bruising and he felt his feet let go of the floor. He would get thrown out of the window for sure! What was it with him getting thrown out of windows by gods anyways?!
"WAIT THOR! BE REASONABLE!" Thor didn't respond but just slowly approached the window.
"PEPPER AND I BROKE UP! I TOLD HIM THAT I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM! AND WE SLEPT TOGETHER!" Thor growled even deeper and started to open the window. Tony facepalmed over himself and his big mouth.
"Wait we didn't... you know. We just slept! You know I can actually be a very gentle and respectful lover! His virtue is still intact!" Thor sighed and let go of his shoulder so he fell to the floor like a rag doll. Tony couldn't help but let go a sigh of relief.
"So you are courting him?"
"No. Sadly. I apparently have to deem myself worthy first. He was not really pleased by my behavior this past week." Thor nodded, still looking rather pissed.
"Good. I don't approve of your romance. You are indeed not worthy of his love!" Tony tsk'ed.
"Well thank you very much for the support!" he yelled voice dripping with the sarcasm. Thor just started walking away. He stopped up and looked at Tony (still on the floor) for the last time.
"If I catch you as much as touching him again, I won't hesitate to smash your skull." Tony just lifted his hands in surrender. But he didn't promise anything.
"So I found out why Thor is mad at me," Tony mumbled. He was laying with his head in Steve's lap watching something about elks on Animal Planet.
"Hmm?"
"Apparently he's gone all protectormode and will defend you against me with all his might. He tried to throw me out the window."
"Mmhmm. You did deserve that," Steve answered still absorbed by the show. His hands were gently running through Tony's hair.
"Thanks a lot," Tony muttered ironically.
"Hmm 'm bored. We should go mess up your image, and make Fury pissed." he added.
"How?"
"Don't know... we should do something really cool... like... REALLY cool. I wish Loki was here..." The program stopped for a commercial break. A trailer for some Whale saving show started running over the screen.
"Poor whales. I wish they would get protected better..." Steve mumbled. Suddenly Tony sat up in a quick movement. He turned to look at Steve with a giant, mischievous grin.
"What Tony?"
"We should go whale saving with Thor! Can't you see it? It would be brilliant. Fury hates when he does it, and maybe I could redeem myself in his eyes, because he kinda threatens to kill me if I touch you." Steve looked unimpressed at him.
"You won't have to worry about that. I wouldn't let you touch me even if my life depended on it. But saving whales sounds like fun." Tony didn't pay attention to the whale part. He immediately pushed Steve down on his back slowly crawling over him with the smile of a predator.
"So you wouldn't let me touch you even if your life depended on it," he repeated while letting his hand wander up Steve's inner thigh. Steve gasped as Tony tugged his head back by the hair and slowly licked up his exposed throat and all the way up under his chin. He stopped and planted a quick kiss on his cheek and then got up and tiptoed out out of the room while whistling.
"I go tell Thor about the whalething!" he exclaimed with a singsong voice. Steve sighed and looked down at his now slightly tighter pants. Smug bastard. He would pay...
"I must admit I had thought that this fight was one I had to fight alone!" Thor exclaimed with a giant, tooth smile as they entered the boat. Tony was just about to answer him but Thor quickly turned and glared at him.
"I still hate you man of iron," he growled. Steve smiled with the most angelic features that could have been seen on a human being. He reached out and gently stroked Tonys bicep.
"Me too," He spoke softly.
"Shut up, Steve."
Thor had been overjoyed when Tony had asked if Steve and him could join him on the whalesaving trip. The other activist had been a bit more mistrustful of the thought of sharing their adventures with Captain America and Ironman. But then again they were quickly accepted into the pack, when Tony threw Bruce's huge bag of weed on the table. As soon the ship left the harbor Tony started to get bored again. There were hours to the whale hunting ships would pass by and he really didn't feel like just sitting and waiting. Steve was looking like he had a good time though. He was sitting and talking with the pierced, shabby youths trying to understand their lifestyle, his eyes big with wonder. Tony had thought the big blonde would be intimidated with that kind of lifestyle, but it looked like Steve actually could identify himself with the kids with mohawks and dreadlocks. They were, when all was said and done, also fighting for freedom and justice and a better Amuricuh! The discussion was getting pretty heated and Tony decided that he better interfere before they convinced Steve to become a communist vegetarian. He got up and walked up behind Steve.
"Hey freedom boy. Let's go exploring," he whispered. Steve's face lightened up in the smile of a five year old at Christmas eve.
"That sounds AWESOME!" he answered and immediately excused himself. He had never really sailed that much and when he had done it, he had never had the time to go explore the ship. They quickly left and started their adventure.
"You know. Those things they were talking about. Much of it was pretty much communism," Tony said with a smirk. He had expected Steve to jerk up and go all a 'good communist is a dead communist'-mode, but Steve didn't really react. Tony carried on talking.
"You know... communism. The exact opposite of AMURICUH!" Steve looked at him with a blank expression.
"Wasn't that really popular in some places in Europe and Asia after I was frozen?" he asked. Still not provoked at all.
"Uhm yeah... It didn't work out that well though." Steve smiled.
"It's a shame though. It was some beautiful thought's, you know everybody helping out each other, but I can see problems with it working out in real life." Tony facepalmed.
"You really do suck at being republican."
"But I voted for Obama..."
"Yeah that's exactly why!"
"I was fighting the Naziz not the communists."
"Oh boy. I don't even need to mess up your reputation. You would be able to do that all by yourself," Tony laughed and ruffled Steve's hair. The golden boy still didn't look like he had understood what he had just said. There would be some konservatives there would be really sad if they found out.
Tony opened a random door and his face instantly lighted up like he had just found a hidden pirate-treasure.
"Sweet mother of Nicolas Cage..." he whispered with a breathy voice. The door led into a closet. A closet filled to the brim with barrel after barrel of beer.
"Say did you remember to eat your pill this morning, sweet pea?" Steve shook his head with a small laugh.
"Don't I always?" he asked. Tony smirked mischievously.
"Then let's get this party started!"
Apparently only a little alcohol (well a lot of alcohol!) were needed to make the activist's forget about ideals and a better world for a moment. Soon folk metal was booming out of a hopelessly outdated boombox and Thor was headbanging on the table with two guys with dreadlocks.
But Steve had some serious problems he never had had to worry about before. Apparently the alcohol had went straight to his cock this time. He could feel it almost yell for attention every time Tony as much as moved and right now Tony was moving... alot. The playboy was at the moment dancing his ass off. Because of the choice of music he luckily didn't squirm in those obscene moves he were usually doing. It was more like a folk dance where he was swinging the one activist around by the arm after the other. His eyes were shining with laughter and god wasn't that the sweetest thing? Steve face planted the table with a groan. - You're still mad. Very mad indeed. That man is bad company! You will only end up hurt, - he chanted inside his head, but his mind kept wandering back to their short moment on the couch. Tony really was a dick but then again, he had told Steve he was in love with him, and maybe he actually meant it after all. A heavy body dropped down beside him.
"Greetings my dearest friend," Thor breathed. His eyes were dazed and he reeked of alcohol, but he did also just down a whole beer barrel on a bong. Steve sat up and smiled at the viking.
"Hey Thor. You're having fun?"
"I swear on the all father's missing eye, I will protect thee!" Thor beamed completely unprovoked.
"And if that MAN ever lays as much as a finger on you, I will SLAUGHTER him!" Steve slowly laid a hand on Thor's arm.
"Go to bed Thor. You're drunk," he said with gentle but not much less of the 'Captain voice'.
"You are to be treated well! This is the only thing I wish for!" Thor dragged him into a crushing embrace.
"Hey wow wow! Be careful you're squishing him!" Tony was grinning from ear to ear walking towards them. He loved 'drunk Thor', even when he threatened to kill him. But suddenly he noticed something. His smile immediately faded as he rather intently stared at Thor's wrist. Steve looked worried at him.
"What's wrong Tony?" he asked softly, but Tony just shook his head.
"No... That can't be right. I must be imagining things..." Steve was about to answer but then an activist-girl with long, purple hair ran in from the deck.
"They are coming!" As it was a spell everybody got up and grabbed megaphones, signs and banners. Thor instantly became sober and rose in a dramatical motion.
"It is time," he muttered and marched out with the aura of a king. Tony and Steve snickered to each other.
"Shit just got serious," Tony whispered and grabbed Steve's hand as they followed the mighty god.
The whale hunting ship was way bigger and Steve was afraid that they would just run them over at some point. But soon Thor was standing and yelling an epic rant to the 'whale killers' on the other ship.
"I HAVE FACED THE FROST GIANTS OF JOTUNHEIM, DARK ELVES AND EVEN THE FIRE DEMON SURT HIMSELF, SO YOUR THREATS MATTER NOTHING TO ME... WHALE KILLER!"
"Whoooohooo! Tell them Thor! Down with those capitalist pigs!" Tony was nearly killing one or two bystanders with his violent sign-waves. Steve had to swallow down a chuckle.
"But Tony... I thought you were one of the capitalist pigs?" Tony playfully slapped him with the sign.
"Sssshhh Capsicle!" One of the infamous whale killers had stepped forward on the other ship and started yelling into a megaphone.
"I want be warning you again! If you don't turn around and let us pass thing will get serious!" Steve could see some of the men on the boat was carrying guns.
"Oh but things are serious," Thor stated with a dangerous, low voice.
"Even though we are but peaceful demonstrators, do not assume we can not be provoked!" He didn't even manage to finish the sentence before a shot passed by him dangerously close. Steve smiled angelic to Tony.
"I think we should inform them just who they are up against," he said sweetly. Tony nodded.
"I think you're right. Go tell them!" He gave Steve an encouraging slap on the ass which Steve replied by giving Tony a not so encouraging backhand to the face. Then they stepped forward. One on each side of the great Æsir.
"Excuse me sir? Do you have any idea of who you just shot at?" Steve asked politely (but in the Captain voice, which pretty much meant shit just got serious.) Tony snickered and couldn't help but think something along the lines of 'Dis gunn be good..."
"Get away kid or I'll shoot again!" Tony flinched with a grin. He really shouldn't have said that.
"No YOU better back off or I'll sink your goddamn boat myself, son!" Steve yelled back. Captain-mode completely engaged.
"And who are you to do such thing?" the whale killer asked with a mocking voice. And there Tony saw his chance to step on the stage.
"Who he is? WHO HE IS?! That, my friends, is Captain FUCKING America! And the big loony hippie over here you just shot at is the mighty Thor! That's right folks... HALF OF THE FUCKING AVENGERS IS ON THIS SHIP SO IF I WERE YOU I WOULD TAKE ON ANOTHER BOAT, CAUSE YOU CLEARLY DON'T WANNA FIGHT US!" To Tony's big satisfaction he could hear someone on the other ship yell 'holy fuck that's Tony Stark!', it was about time someone recognized him anyways.
"THE AVENGERS? What the fuck are you doing out here?!" Steve sighed dramatically.
"I thought that was obvious? WE'RE AVENGING THE WHALES!... Bitch." Tony pattet him on the arm.
"Nice one Steve. Nice one." he whispered still a little overwhelmed that he had just heard Captain I-never-swear using the B-word. That was why it had been a bad idea to let him watch Breaking Bad. He had really started to adapt a little too well to this new century after he had agreed on letting Tony corrupt him.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU WERE THE FUCKING QUEEN OF ENGLAND! THIS IS OUR JOB! NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY! THIS IS MY LAST WARNING!" Tony and Steve rolled eyes to each other. Tony then cleared his throat and stepped forward while slapping his own chest yelling:
"COME AT ME BRO! I'LL FUCKING WRECK YOU!" Steve couldn't control his face muscles and cracked a smile.
"Show them your hammer," he whispered to Thor. Tony didn't really notice Thor summoning an angry thunder cloud just above them, so when the other ship started to turn around he of course thought it was his overwhelming manliness that had intimidated them.
"Yeah just as I thought. Seriously. DO YOU GUYS EVEN LIFT?!" Steve managed to see that the whale killers leaders face had turned bright red in anger, but he managed to control himself, and did not shoot at the mighty Stark even though he looked tempted. It was a beautiful sight. Tony turned around facing Steve, Thor and the activist's with hands raised in victory.
"We did it guys!" he yelled.
"We saved the whales!" The activists exploded in wild cheers. Tony locked eyes with Steve and his face cracked in a broad grin as he ran directly into Steve's arms. And Steve did something he never had thought he would do in public... ever. He swinged Tony over his arm and bent over him, kissing him passionately in real Gone with the wind style. He didn't really notice how everybodys eyes immediately locked on them and how the crowd grew silent. He broke the kiss leaving Tony panting for once, still in his arms. And first then he noticed the silence around them.
"Oh... That wasn't appropriate," he mumbled. Tony looked up at him with glassy eyes.
"Wow! Steve... you're just so... wow," he whispered. Steve really did nothing but surprise him today. Then someone started slow clapping. And another one joined in and soon the whole crowd was applauding them. Tony chuckled.
"At least they approve of our gromance."
When the whole party went back inside to celebrate their victory by lighting up Bruce's weed, Steve grabbed Tony's hand and started dragging him away in a hurry.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know... wait... this way." Steve lead Tony towards one of the lifeboats. He started climbing inside and Tony hesitantly followed him. It went a little too slow so Steve grabbed him by the waist and lifted him inside, then he laid Tony on the floor of the boat leaning over him kissing him tenderly. The genius sighed and Steve could swear that he saw a tiny, little flush on his cheeks.
"Seriously Steve. Don't do stuff like that." Steve smiled as he laid himself on top of the other man.
"Why?"
"It's just cruel when you don't even wanna let me touch you." Steve slowly slid his leg in between Tony's thighs making the other groan.
"That might be true, but I never said that I couldn't touch you," Steve answered just blushing a tiny bit. Inside his head Cap was yelling about lack of self control and other fun things, but Steve Rogers, the scrawny, sappy, gay-kid from Brooklyn didn't listen at all.
Tony found himself back resting against the greek-god torso, already panting and Steve hadn't even done anything to him yet. Steve's hands had wandered down his body and was now slowly working his pants open.
"Hey kid. You don't need to rush things. I can occasionally be patient." Steve chuckled softly and slipped one hand down the genius' pants.
"I want to, so shut up for just one second. By the way I'm not a kid."
Steve's touch were gentle and unexperienced but even though he was lacking at the basic techniques Tony still felt like he was on fire. Soon he was shamelessly arching his back thrusting into Steve's big but surprisingly soft hand while the one unmanly moan after the other spilled from his lips and he didn't even care. He was in the bottom of the lifeboat of a greenpeace (or something like that) ship getting a handjob of Captain fucking America, could it get any better? Soft lips were molesting his neck and another hand was in his hair gently pulling it. Tony uttered one last muffled scream of pleasure as the orgasm rolled over him leaving a sticky trail on his stomach.
"Fuck Steve..." he whispered still shivering. Steve just leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Tony smiled against his mouth and shifted a little in the soldiers lap. He could clearly feel something really hard poking him through the layers of cloth.
"Still not allowed to touch you?" he asked. Steve was dying to give in and just let the playboy ravish him but his stubbornness ended up winning over his bodys aching for release.
"Not yet."
The sun was slowly rising coloring the sky and the sea in amazing, warm colors. Tony was standing in the very front of the boat with his arms spread out like wings.
"Jack! I'm flying!" he squealed in a high pitched, girly voice. Steve chuckled. Natasha had once forced him to watch that movie.
"I understood that reference."