Steve took a cab home to what he had started to think of as "their" house but knew in his heart now was just "Tony's" house that he happened to live in.

He paid the driver and stepped out, sighing deeply before punching in the code and heading inside.

"Hello Mister Rogers," Jarvis's voice was quite soothing though Steve still felt like his heart was breaking.

"Jarvis I…"

"Mister Stark called just a moment ago, though no message was received."

Steve closed his eyes, sighing again and sliding down the wall in a crouch as he covered his face with his hands.

"Play message, Jarvis," he mumbled.

The message was completely silent, then "Fuck," and then a dial tone.

Steve sat on the floor in the front hall now, his shoulders slumped and the darkness not helping his mood.

The door suddenly opened beside him and there was Tony, his eyes red and bloodshot. Their eyes meet once and he tried to get by, but Steve tripped him and he fell on his face splayed across the wood floor.

"Fuck!" he yelled and Steve didn't move, just glaring as Tony met his gaze.

"You deserved it," Steve whispered, his eyes teary.

Tony sighed, rolling over on to his back and staring up at the ceiling. "I know."

They were both silent for a long while, the words they both wanted to say were too difficult to come up with though Steve started first because he knew Tony never would.

"I…I've been alive for ninety eight years and sometimes…my past is…I find it hard to…I can't believe you even…" the words trailed off and Steve shut his eyes, a tear running down his left cheek.

Tony wanted to reach out and touch his face but held himself back, sitting up with his knees bent. "I'm sorry."

"I trust you with those feelings, those memories, that you won't throw them back in my face when you're jealous about some woman who means absolutely nothing. If I can't trust you anymore, Tony, I don't know what this is going to be about," Steve whispered his voice thick.

Steve looked at him and Tony was biting his lip.

"Do you love me, Tony?"

Tony came at him then, his hands on Steve's knees. "Yes, God yes! I've never…this is…I've never even been in love before, Steve. I've never wanted anything this much in my entire life and I just…fuck, I just saw you staring at her like that and you've never stared at me like that so I…"

Steve pushed him angrily and Tony fell back, staring at him with wide eyes as the older man suddenly loomed over him with hands on both sides of Tony's head.

"All I DO is stare at you like THAT! You…I've never loved anyone like I love you, I never even expected this to happen and you…" Steve said, tears on his face.

A tear fell on Tony's cheek and he reached up to touch Steve's face, sighing as the blonde leaned in to his touch. "I don't want to lose you to anyone, and someone like her who connects you to your past…"

"You connect me to my past, you idiot. Your father was a part of the project that made me everything I am! You," he touched Tony's face and whispered, "look so much like him."

Tony's eyes widened. "You…wait, back up. You knew my dad? You never even said…"

Steve glared at him. "You've never asked."

Tony looked away not able to meet the accusing blue eyes looking down at him. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Steve stood up and stared down at him. "How can you not trust me? I know I've hurt you before, I do, but I…I would never leave you…unless you give me a reason to."

Tony couldn't look away from the sadness in Steve's eyes, the grief for something they both knew was long from over. "How do you know that? You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. You don't know, what if someone comes along and…"

Steve's hands were tight fists at his side and he turned away, "Stand up, Tony."

Tony took a deep breath and stood on shaky legs, almost stumbling but Steve grabbed his arm to keep him from falling. They looked at each other for a long while, just gazing. Tony felt his heart rate increase and it was hard to breathe. "Steve, I'm sorry. I won't…it won't happen again. I'll stop dri…"

Steve put a hand under his chin and whispered, "Shut up."

The younger man stared at him with wide eyes. "Okay."

Steve put a finger on his lips. "I don't want to leave, no one will be able to make me leave, if someone ever even tells you I've left you for them you'll know they're lying because short of you cheating on me and the other person living to tell the tale, you're stuck with me until I kill you."

Tony bit back a laugh, keeping his lips pressed tightly together to hold back a smile.

Steve smiled and replaced the finger with his lips, kissing Tony slowly at first, just tasting and exploring until Tony grabbed the back of his head to increase their closeness, pushing the older man against the wall.

They kissed till both men were short of breath and pulled back quickly for air, both panting loudly. Tony kissed Steve's cheeks, chin and neck mumbling, "I love you so much," into his skin and holding on to him as tight as he could.

Steve held back even tighter, pressing his face into Tony's neck and whispering, "I love you too, you stupid asshole."

Tony laughed, his shoulders shaking till Steve suddenly grabbed his head and brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss, growling into Tony's mouth. Tony moaned and pressed against Steve's body, shivering as Steve wrapped his arms around his back and carried him across the room their mouths still attached.

They pulled apart when Steve pushed him against the bedroom door, licking his throat as Tony sighed. "Shit, you're so fucking good with your tongue."

Steve lifted his head, his eyes dancing as he whispered, "I wonder what else I could do with my tongue?"

Tony whined biting his lip as Steve opened the door pushing him through it before bringing their mouths together again leading Tony backwards to the bed. The back of Tony's feet hit the bed and the fell onto it with a moan and Steve let go of his lips to declare breathlessly, "I'm going to remind you," he tore open Tony's shit, buttons flying in all directions and exposing Tony's chest, "Just how long I can love you."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The scene I wrote as was is against the site's guidelines so I've posted it to my LJ and the editor for the site will not allow me to post a link though there is one in my author profile. My LJ name is kinneytaylor. There will be MANY scenes in this story I will have to do the same to, but I don't want to try and CENSOR them INTO SOMETHING MORE tame so this will have to do. Sorry.

They laid there quietly, both men catching their breath in the dark. Tony put his hand through Steve's hair, petting him. "Holy shit," he whispered.

Steve laughed, kissing his left pectoral. "Didn't know I had that in me," he whispered.

Tony laughed, taking Steve's hand and kissing it. "I did, though I didn't think I was that much of a whiner."

Steve bit his skin and Tony yelped. "I did. Jarvis? Lights on."

The lights came on and Tony looked at him, frowning. "What?"

Steve lifted his head and declared, "I love you."

Tony kissed his hand again, smiling. "I know, believe me. If I didn't know that before, I definitely know now. Though if that woman comes near you again I can't be blamed if I scratch her eyes out, okay?"

Steve crawled up so they were right beside each other and said, "Okay," before laying back down and ordering, "Jarvis, off."

The lights went off and he pulled Tony to him, sighing. "If you get to scratch Sharon's eyes out, I'm allowed to shoot anyone who touches you, okay?"

Tony laughed and kissed his cheek. "Okay."

T'Challa walked down the dark halls of Avengers mansion and stopped, staring at the man in the gym working out vigorously at almost midnight.

Thor was amply muscled, a god among men if the stories he'd heard were true, and definitely looked just as frustrated as he himself felt. He pushed open the doors of the gym and the other man looked at him in surprise.

"Your majesty, I did not expect you to be awake at this hour."

T'Challa took off his shirt and took the bench press next to Thor who now sat up, curling a large weight in one hand. "Neither did I, my child thought otherwise."

Thor smiled. "I have always wanted children, though I," he frowned, "…do not feel I will ever have them."

T'Challa frowned. "Are you all right?"

Thor shook his head. "My thoughts are quite melancholic and dark I fear. The last month I have spent here on Midgard was not as pleasant as I had hoped it to be."

"Midgard?"

Thor smiled. "The Asgardian name for Earth. My apologies, sir, I forget not every person at this place knows of my origins."

T'Challa let go of his weight and reached across to touch the other man's knee. "I am quite willing to listen if you need to talk. We are not friends, Thor, but it is often better to talk to a stranger than it is to a friend."

Thor's eyes looked lost and full of dark sorrow not unlike T'Challa's own. "I do not…there are…"

"Please."

Thor closed his eyes and whispered, "I am in love with someone I can never have."

T'Challa smiled warmly. "I fear we are in the same predicament, my friend."

The thunder god looked at him, surprised. "Sir, I had heard your wife is in Valhalla not long now, I do not understand."

T'Challa patted his knee. "Continue with your story."

Thor blushed. "It is not, Lucas does not love me, though others disagree."

"Have you asked him?" T'Challa asked the memory of his own rejection still fresh in his mind.

Thor frowned, staring at his hands. "No, I did not."

"Then all is not lost. If you love as strongly as I would think a God could love, I would not believe a God to give up this easily on something he so strongly desires," T'Challa said, feeling deep in his chest the God in his own body gently prodding him to do the same.

No point in his endeavor as Nicholas had already rejected him.

Thor smile was dazzling as he stood, shirtless and wearing only tight red shorts with no shoes. He looked at T'Challa reaching out to shake the man's hand but grabbing him into a hug instead declaring, "I shall do just that, my friend! Thank you!"

He took off faster than T'Challa could blink, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

"At least someone is happy."

Luke Cage sat in his office alone, staring at the phone that refused to ring with a job and the newly reconstructed door that didn't open with one either.

He had been surprised to discover his office newly fixed on his arrival likely a gift from Nick Fury, though he did not call the man to thank him. His thoughts quickly turned from Fury to Thor and he pushed the man's image away, going to his computer screen and looking through the newspaper for any new people that needed his particular brand of "help."

Just as he was about to give up for the night there was a knock at his door and he called out, "Come in," just as Thor stepped through.

The God was clad in a pair of red workout shorts and nothing else, not even shoes. He blinked. "Thor?"

Thor smiled at him, suddenly walking up to the desk and asking, "Are you busy?"

"I…uh…no?"

Thor came at him quickly without word, pressing their mouths together and making Luke groan. He felt the other man's hardness against his belly and shivered, not ever expecting to be in such a place again.

He pulled back and asked, "Why? I thought you…"

"Shh," Thor said, kissing him again and when Thor whispered, "I need you, Luke," biting his lip Luke suddenly pushed him off.

"You're NOT Thor!"

The man with Thor's face crashed into Luke's desk, sending his computer to the floor with a crash. He frowned. "Whatever do you mean? I love you."

Luke came at him again growling, "You forgot one thing, asshole. Thor doesn't call me Luke."

The man sighed dramatically and said, "Well you're no fun," just as the door crashed open and there was Thor.

Again.

This Thor looked at the two of them in surprise and then anger. "Loki."

Luke watched as the first Thor's body suddenly morphed into a man wearing a large helmet with two horns whose clothing was gold and green. He grinned at Luke, suddenly lunging and grabbing his neck, holding him up with one arm.

"Loki, stop this. Whatever you want to do, this man is of no consequence to me," Thor said, his eyes hard.

Luke stared at Thor, his vision blurring and his heart breaking again.

No consequence?

Loki laughed. "Wrong, brother. I have seen you. You long for this human much more than the last and the fear I placed in her heart sent that one into the arms of another, though this one," he touched Luke's face, "Has already seen to that, hasn't he?"

Luke coughed and Thor didn't move. "Kill him. He is no different than she was; all humans are weak creatures incapable of love."

Loki frowned at Thor, and then looked at Luke with a grin tightening his grip. A bright bold of light passed before Luke's vision just as he lost it completely, blacking out.

When he woke Thor was staring down at him, his face covered in tears. "Lucas, please open your eyes, I can't…please, Lucas, I…"

He blinked, coughing.

Thor gasped.

"What the fuck?" he said hoarsely, coughing still.

Thor swallowed. "I…Loki has gone. He…"

"Was your brother…who tried to kill me," Luke whispered, staring at him disbelievingly.

Thor nodded, "We are not blood brothers, but Loki has sought vengeance on me for ages."

"He decided to start with me, huh?" Luke tried to move but realized he was in the Thunder God's arms. He looked at Thor again. "Why are you holding me?"

Thor moved to let him go, looking away and whispering, "My apologies."

Luke grabbed his arm and squeezed. "No. Tell me why you came here. I…"

Thor looked pained when he said, "I came because I had a…query."

Luke laughed, shaking his head. "A query? You wanted to ask me a question, Goldy? Ask away," he said bitterly, trying to stand, but nearly falling back into Thor's arms from dizziness.

Thor caught him quickly and he sat in a chair, still catching his breath as Thor stood, staring anywhere but at Luke himself.

"Goldy, I don't have all night. It's almost two."

Thor swallowed, shaking his head. "Yes, I..yes, I…" he looked into Luke's eyes then and asked, "Do you love me, Lucas?"

Luke swallowed. "I…I barely know you, right? That would be all sorts of crazy."

Thor came over to him then and knelt, taking Luke's hands and squeezing. "That is not an answer, Lucas."

Luke looked up at him and said, "Yeah, Goldilocks, I kinda do."

The glittering smile that followed made Luke weaker than he already was and when Thor whispered, "I love thee as well, Lucas Cage," he was a goner.

Thor came at him with passion long since denied, ripping at Luke's clothes and devouring the other man's tongue so earnestly that Luke almost gagged, but did not move away.

He grabbed for Thor's shorts and yanked, exposing the blonde easily and taking him in hand. Thor groaned, grabbing for Luke as well as he pulled his mouth away for the human to breathe whispering, "I…forget you are only human, I do not need to breathe, Lucas, I am sorry," which only made Luke groan out, "Jesus," and kiss him again.

The chair they'd been kissing in suddenly cracked and Luke was sprawled across the floor for Thor to gaze at hungrily, growling and attacking every inch of his skin mumbling, "Min vaenn, my vaenn kappi, I have missed you," making Luke shiver with every breath as it tingled. (MY BEAUTIFUL WARRIOR)

Before he could breathe Thor stared at him licking his lips and said, "Please, turn over."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The scene I wrote as was is against the site's guidelines so I've posted it to my LJ and the editor for the site will not allow me to post a link though there is one in my author profile. My LJ name is kinneytaylor. There will be MANY scenes in this story I will have to do the same to, but I don't want to try and CENSOR them INTO SOMETHING MORE tame so this will have to do. Sorry.

He woke up naked in his own bed, blinking at the sun as it shone through the large window beside him.

There was a cough and he saw Thor standing in his doorway holding a plate, looking quite out of place and somewhat nervous. "Good morrow."

Luke smiled. "Mornin'."

The god walked into his bedroom wearing the same shorts he'd had on the night before and not meeting his eyes, setting the plate down on Luke's bedstand and standing awkwardly by the bed, still not looking at him.

Luke looked at the plate, grinning at the pieces of burnt toast and what looked like a barely cooked egg. "Looks…"

"Hideous," Thor finished, making Luke smile at him.

He grabbed a piece of toast and said, "Yeah, kinda," waiting for Thor to smile back but the God didn't move.

Luke frowned. "What's wrong?"

Thor swallowed and said, "I offer my apologies, Lucas. For…I…violated you quite…aggressively…and…"

Luke almost choked on his toast laughing, coughing so badly that Thor came at his side in an instant. "Are you alright?"

He swallowed and grabbed the back of the god's head, pulling him into a kiss that Thor eagerly extended, growling and pulling Luke closer till suddenly he was violently pushed away. "No, I…you were…you were lifeless, Lucas, for hours. I…if I hurt you…"

Luke sighed, grabbing Thor's hand and bringing it to his lips. "I'm good, Goldy, I swear. It was…a lot at once, yeah, your crazed brother kinda took the life out of me last night and then you sort of fucked me into oblivion so…yeah…I blacked out," he grabbed Thor's hand and put it on his dick, grinning, "But I'm good as new, now."

Thor blushed, but grabbed him anyway, his superior strength wrenching a loud groan out of Luke faster than he was used to, and when he leaned in close and licked at Luke's mouth, whispering, "I can see that, Lucas, though I fear my skin has missed the touch of your own for some time, I would…like to feel you again…in me."

Luke moaned, kissing him again, growling into Thor's mouth and whispering, "I think that can be arranged, Goldy," before grabbing on to the blonde and flipping them expertly.

He lifted his head and pulled at the god's shorts, ripping them in two and when their skin met both men moaned loudly, shuddering. "Jesus, Thor," and the god paused, frowning at him.

Luke was panting, his eyes dilated as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Thor touched his face, staring at him intensely. "You called me Thor."

Luke smiled. "Yeah, so?"

Thor's frown deepened. "You never call me Thor, or…you didn't…I…"

Luke pressed their bodies together and Thor groaned, shivering, "Sorry, but it's me, Goldy, I promise," he grabbed the god's dick in his hand and pulled, "Want me to prove it?"

Thor's smile was bright when he teased, "I believe I do," and when Luke kissed him again he bit the god's tongue making the other man growl when Luke pulled away.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The scene I wrote as was is against the site's guidelines so I've posted it to my LJ and the editor for the site will not allow me to post a link though there is one in my author profile. My LJ name is kinneytaylor. There will be MANY scenes in this story I will have to do the same to, but I don't want to try and CENSOR them INTO SOMETHING MORE tame so this will have to do. Sorry.

Breathless he pulled out, lying on the god's chest. His eyelids were heavy as he croaked out, "Satis..fied?"

Thor ran a hand over his head, the tiny bit of hair he had growing making it tickle.

"Verily."

Luke laughed. "You better be."

The call came late in the evening and she rushed to answer it.

"Hello?"

"I miss you. When are you coming home?" came the whine, making her smile.

It had been too long since she'd last heard Tony Stark's voice.

Natasha sat back in bed and sighed. "When it's safe, Tony."

Tony sighed as well. "It's been over a month, nothing's happened. I told Nick…"

"He will hurt James. I know this."

"Not one Russian anything has been here looking for you. I think it's okay, I really…"

She opened her eyes and James was coming out of the shower wearing only a towel and a smile. She grinned, licking her lips. "I will have to go, my Tony. I have…other engagements."

James crawled across the bed, his eyes stalking her.

"Are you coming back?"

Natasha grabbed on to James's towel and bit her lip. "Tony, we are enjoying this time together. You should come visit us here." James frowned, shaking his head and she laughed. "Yes, James would love to see Steven as well."

"Hmm…I'll ask him about it. I miss you. Tell Bucky I said hi!"

She licked her lips. "I will. Goodbye Tony."

"Bye!"

Natasha hung up the phone and James growled, pinning her to the bed.

"I can't believe you just did that. You know how much I hate Stark."

She continued to grin. "I know, lapochka, I have been a very bad girl. Are you going to punish me now?"

James groaned, kissing her, the phone call completely forgotten.

Steve turned to enter Nick Fury's office that afternoon when he froze.

Sharon Carter was sitting in Nick's office, having what looked to be a meeting. He frowned.

Tony wouldn't want him to see her, he knew that, but it shouldn't keep him from his role on the team. Should it?

He knocked and both heads turned his way, Nick looking interested and Sharon blushing slightly. Inwardly he cursed but smiled awkwardly. "If I could have a word?"

Nick nodded. "Sharon, have those ready by this afternoon," he ordered and Sharon nodded saying quickly, "Captain Rogers," before disappearing.

Steve nodded at her, waiting till she was down the hall before closing the door and turning to Nick. "Why was I never told about her?" he asked pointedly, not bothering to sit.

Nick smiled. "I didn't think Agent Carter was of that much importance, Steve."

His eyes narrowed. "You knew Peggy, Nick. She looks…"

Nick looked pleased. "So much like her it's rather spooky, isn't it? That's one of the reasons I never did tell you about Sharon, actually. After you'd acclimated to this time I didn't think it was a good idea to bring something from your past into your present and then there was Stark."

Steve blushed a bit at the mention of Tony. "She caused…quite a…stir…when we met."

Nick nodded. "I know," he tapped the monitor on his left side, "There are cameras everywhere Steve. Things settled now?"

Steve nodded. "Yes. I just…if there's someone around that looks like someone else I knew seventy years ago tell me now, it would be nice."

Nick shook his head. "Not that I know of, but I'd keep a look out."

Steve sat down then, sighing. "I never expected it to be like this, you know? When I woke up here, and things…I never even expected my life to be like this."

Nick laughed. "We never expect to fall in love, Steve, it happens like lightning and then when it's gone…"

Steve frowned at him. "That's not gonna happen again. Ever. Tony's all there is for me, nothing will change that."

Nick smiled. "It always feels that way, Captain. Believe me. Things change, people die," he started but Steve cut him off.

"THAT will never happen. I'll die first," he whispered hoarsely, swallowing.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, I thought the same way once myself. Still do."

Steve swallowed again and asked, "Why are you torturing yourself?"

Nick smiled, reaching in to a drawer and pulling out a bottle of gin and a glass. He poured some, offering Steve the bottle.

"I can't get drunk, Nick, and answer the question."

Nick swallowed the glass in one gulp, setting it on the table hard enough to crack.

"You said it yourself, Cap. You'd die first to keep Tony Stark alive. I did the same for T'Challa."

Steve's frown deepened. "What are you…?" he asked but the intercom interrupted his question.

"Commander Fury?" came Sharon's voice sounding fearful.

"Yes, Agent Carter?"

"There is…um…there are some men here. One of them says his name is Alexei."

Nick and Steve exchanged glances. "Let him in, Agent."

The door opened not a minute later and Alexei Alanovich Shostakov entered with another man. "Hello Nicholas Fury," the Russian said, "And Captain Rogers! This is a delight!"

"To what do we owe the occasion?" Nick asked.

Steve moved to stand and Alexei pushed him down. "Now, now, Captain, my being here concerns you as well."

The Russian sat in the chair beside him and put his feet up on Nick's desk. "I am here for my wife, Fury. She is Russian property and she will be returned."

Nick smiled. "When you died I believe you forfeit any claim to her as your wife, as is the law in…well everywhere. Also, she is an American citizen as of ten years ago so Russia has no claim to her."

Alexei kicked the glass off of Nick's desk and it smashed as he stood, slamming his hands down. "SHE IS MINE! I WILL HAVE HER! Or I will bathe this place in your blood until she returns!"

Steve grabbed him slammed him down, and the man with him moved to attack but Nick pulled out a gun. "Don't move, son, this is loaded."

The Russian spit at him and swore in Russian, making Alexei laugh.

"Pietr does not like you, Nicholas. Call off your dog before I kill him."

Steve pushed down harder and growled. "Try. Leave now and I won't kill you myself. Natasha is no one's property and she is safe where you can't find her," he said, his voice hard.

Alexei laughed louder now. "You think your precious Winter Soldier will protect her? He's even more of a monster than she is! He will turn on her, I promise you that."

Steve was so shocked he let him go and Alexei punched him in the chest, making him nearly fall.

The two Russians smiled at them and Alexei whispered, "You may think the Soldier loves her, but does he really?"

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" Steve yelled, running at them but there was a crash behind them and the door flew open, and before he could run after them both men jumped from the window and were whisked away hanging from a helicopter.

Steve, breathless, held on to the window sill, tears on his face.

He looked at Nick and whispered, "Bucky."