Steve was on his way to Tony's floor. For some time, he was practically living with Tony, as the brunet refused to sleep in his room. It was made in 40's style, for Steve's convenience, but for Tony, whose floor was designed in a modern style, it was painful to be there for longer than 2 hours. Not mentioning, that he was pretty positive that sleeping in the back-to-the-past room will give him nightmares.

Steve was an early bird. It was something he couldn't get over with it, in the army he woke up with the sunrise and he still did that. Tony liked to sleep till noon, as he was often working till 3-4 a.m. So for approximately two perfect hours, they lay, snuggled to each other. Sometimes Steve, after waking up, just stayed in bed for a bit longer to enjoy those moments. Then he kissed brunet's forehead, gently releasing himself from Tony's grip, careful to not wake him up, and exited the room to do his morning routines.

It was nearly noon. Steve was getting closer to Tony's bedroom when he heard something. As he approached the door he could hear the sound of water. Tony was taking a shower. But there was also another sound. He entered the room and stood next to the bathroom doors. Now he heard it clearly. Singing. And there was no music to it, so it had to be Tony's singing. Steve had a puzzled expression, mostly because it wasn't horrible. It was nice and soothing and made him feel relaxed. It was nothing like those awful heavy metal songs Tony liked to listen.

In love with a broken heart
You feel in love with a broken heart

Steve sat on the brunet's bed enjoying what he was hearing. He always liked the sound of Tony's voice. His low, husky murmurs, his high pitched nervous giggle. But his singing was something new.

Oh please machine, let's keep this terminal clean
I'll see your face in every cloud

After some time, Tony turned off the water. He stopped singing. Steve felt as something cold was poured down to his stomach. He wanted to listen more to it. Tony stepped out of the bathroom, he was barefooted, a towel around his hips, some water was dripping from his damp hair onto his shoulders. He turned around and stiffened seeing Steve sitting on his bed.

"How.. how long have you been here?" he asked frowning.
"Long enough. I like your singing," Steve answered, smiling gently.

Tony growled, shifting his gaze to the side, muttering something about this being awkward.

"No, it's not, Tony. I really liked it. How come I never heard you sing before?"

Tony shrugged, still not looking at Steve. He was looking like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. Which, by the way, literally happened a number of times, but he was never affected by that. Now he was looking adorably insecure.

"What was that song?" Steve asked.
"It's.. It's called Broken.. I once heard it on the radio and thought it was kinda nice.." Tony said, rubbing the back of his neck. Steve knew that gesture.

"Tony," he said in a soft voice.
"Okay, I wrote it," the brunet gave up. "When I was a teenager."
"Why did you write it?" Steve inquired.
"I don't know, boredom? And because I had some issues.. And probably to get laid.."

Steve smiled hearing that. He stood up and approached Tony.

"Did it work?" he asked in a low whisper, getting closer while he put his hand on the brunet's hip, where the towel was.
"I.." Tony started to be interrupted by the blonde planting a soft kiss on the side of his neck. Next, he unwrapped the towel.

***

They both were in bed, entwined under the covers. Tony was on his back, while Steve clung to his side, hugging his chest with a dreamy smile. Tony was sliding his fingers along the blonde's back.

"Will this happen every time I sing?" he said, his grin wide like the Cheshire's cat.
"I don't know, probably.." Steve murmured in response, nuzzling his face in the curve of Tony's shoulder.

Broken is a real song by RDJ, so it's kinda natural that Tony's hidden talent is singing :D