"S-Steve?" The door to their bedroom cracked open. Steve groaned, and rolled over trying to ignore whoever was trying to wake him up. "Steve!" Tony walked up to Steve's side of the bed and pulled all of the covers off of him.
"Hhhmmmm..." Steve whined and covered his face with a pillow.
"Wake up!" Tony grabbed the pillow and threw it, then he slapped Steve across the face roughly.
"Wh-" Steve jumped out of the bed, his instincts telling him to fight. When he saw Tony he lowered his stance and laid back down. "What time is it?" He groaned, and adjusted his pillows.
"I'm not drunk anymore, I'm hungover and I know the perfect cure." Tony pounced on Steve, grabbing his hair and pulling him in for rough kisses.
"T-Tony- It's too early. Baby I just woke up."Steve slid himself back on the bed and rolled across the rest of the way so that he could stand up. He walked to his drawers and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head and putting it on.
"Where the hell are you going?" Tony quickly walked to the other side of the room and grabbed Steve's arm.
"To get breakfast. How about I make us some eggs?" The grip on Steve's arm got tighter. "Tony, that hurts."
"It doesn't hurt. Gosh you're such a child. You haven't changed at all have you?"
"I'm sorry?" Steve turned to face Tony. His face was slightly red. He was a little angry, and slightly hurt.
"Before my father and another scientist created the serum, you were nothing. You had nothing, nobody. You were a wimp, hell, Bucky had to finish your fights for you because you're too damn stupid and pathetic to fight them yourself."
"That's not true, I-"
"I know it's true. If you hadn't gotten the serum you'd be gone. Just another face. Nobody would remember you. Hell, why would the even want to remember you?"
"You don't mean that..."
"Sure I do. You're worthless Rogers. You're lucky that you have me, otherwise nobody would even think of you."
Steve paused. He's stared into Tony's eyes. Tony dropped the grip on his arm and grabbed his jaw instead.
"You're not so special." Tony shoved Steve's head to the side then walked away. "Now I'm going to eat breakfast and you're going to make it for me."
"Uh, yeah." Steve blinked a few times to get rid of the glassiness. "Yeah." He turned around and caught up to Tony. "W-Where did you sleep last night?"
"Why do you care all of the sudden?"
"Well Tony, you pushed me into the elevator and threw a vase, I wasn't going to pursue you. You're an aggressive drunk."
Tony glared at Steve as he slapped the elevator button. "Really?"
"Yeah, I mean you shoved me into the elevator." The doors opened and both men stepped in.
"You probably deserved it." Tony paused the elevator and turned toward Steve, grabbing his jaw, and squeezing. "And if you tell anyone, being shoved into the elevator won't be the worst thing that has happened to you. Got it?" Steve just flexed his jaw under the pressure and stared at Tony. "Answer me!" Tony slapped Steve. The shock of the blow caused Steve to tumble back and grab the railing in the elevator.
"T-" Steve grabbed his face. Tony grabbed Steve and held him in a hug.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Steve I didn't mean it. Baby?"
"I- I'm fine Tony, really, I'm just hungry. Can we eat, please?"
"Sure baby, I'll cook."