Steve

[A/N: this chapter is literally based off of a super strange dream I had about the Avengers taking on a dinosaur and Tony crossdressing and etc…]

Sandbags litter the gym floor. I've broken too many tonight. Hopefully, Tony doesn't come to hate me more than he already does. I hope he's still sleeping, or that he ate the soup and crackers.

I couldn't bear to sit in and watch him sleep any longer, hear him dry heave over the trash can, or look at me like I was the enemy. I mean, I was the enemy, but that was in Germany.

No, I couldn't bear to watch him any longer because it hurts me to see him hurt like this. I hurt on the inside, but he shows his pain on the outside. All of his pain seeps through.

I lean against the wall in the training room and let out a long sigh, sweat dripping down my bare back. Things used to be so good. So good.

And now? Because of me, everything has fallen.

"Avengers, assemble in the conference room, now!" Fury's voice echoes through the halls of the tower. Tony glances over at me, noticing the urgency in the director's voice. He quickly untangles his body from mine and pulls on some clothes, and I dress quickly. We run down the hall into the conference room. Bruce and Natasha are sitting at the table, and Clint is pacing. Thor is still in Asgard.

"Okay, Fury, tell us what's going on." Tony prods, sitting in one of the chairs, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"It seems that someone let a dinosaur loose in the forests upstate." He says nonchalantly, as if he were reporting the weather. I think Hawkeye drops his bow and arrows in the background. He's probably right, what can a bow and arrow do against a dinosaur?

"What kind of dinosaur?" Bruce asks, but I can already start to see the tinge of green in his fingers as he taps on the table.

"Tyrannosaurus Rex. It's seven miles away from the closest town, and we'd like to prevent any casualties. But, to be safe, Agents Romanov and Barton will work on evacuating the city. You other three, do what you can to take it down."

"Sorry, sir- how exactly do we take down a dino?" Tony asks, but there's no hint of a joke in his voice. He almost sounds concerned.

"Get a bomb down its throat. Hulk smash it away. I don't know, you guys figure it out. Now get going."

Tony runs off to get into his suit, I run off to change into mine, and Bruce waits at the door. Barton and Romanov take off in the quinjet.

When the three of us meet at the entrance to the tower, Tony effortlessly scoops me into one of his ironclad arms, using his other hand to grab Bruce. He shoots off into the sky, and I hold tight to him, thinking of tactics to use against this dinosaur. When we see the dino in the distance, Tony drops Bruce, but before he hits the ground, the Hulk is careening towards the ancient beast.

Tony ceases flying for a moment and opens up his face mask, looking at me closely. "Cap, just-"

"Be careful. I know. You, too." His lips only meet mine once before he drops me onto the back of the beast.

Apparently, dinosaurs are a lot harder to take down than one would think. Tony's trying to take it down with his missiles and lasers, and Bruce keeps spinning it around with its tail, but to no avail.

I'm on its back, but a sudden movement has me flying towards its open mouth. I hold tight to one of his teeth, and try to throw a bomb down its throat, but it's a dud. An iron hand attaches itself to one of mine and I'm propelled upwards into the arms of Tony.

"Steve, you need to be more care-"

And then the Hulk roars, unlike any roar we've ever heard before. And with a glance down, we see the Hulk shrinking back into an unconscious scientist.

"Shit, Bruce-" Tony starts, but then he holds a hand against his ear. "Romanov, Barton, do you copy? Bruce is down."

"Kind of occupied here, Stark. We have people trying to stop you guys from taking the dino down. We can't help you." Barton's voice echoes in our ears, and Tony clenches his fist.

"Tony, get Bruce somewhere safe. You can fly. I'll try to distract the thing, and then you come up and try and get a bomb in there - preferably not a dud." I order, and he nods, once again dropping me onto its back.

I do my best to distract the dino, but to no avail. When I hear Tony's voice, I look up, and am quite shocked.

He's wearing a fake wig and a long white dress, with the Iron Man hands and feet only. He has very heavy makeup, and he's waving at the dinosaur, trying to get its attention. Somehow, it works, and when it reaches up to bite him, he fires down its throat, and I duck behind a tree to avoid getting splattered with guts. After a few moments, I hear him land nearby, and I burst out laughing.

"Hey, what-"

"You make a very ugly woman, Tones." I laugh, holding myself up against the tree. He frowns and crosses his arms. I glance over at him to see him pouting, but I keep laughing.

"Oh yeah? I bet you'd make an uglier woman." He taunts, poking my side to make me laugh more. I grab his hand and pull him against me, pulling the wig off of his head.

"Probably. But you're still very handsome, you know that?" I whisper into his ear, and he lets out a soft moan. "Oh?"

"Steve… please… I want you to fuck me in this dress." He whines, rubbing his crotch against mine.

"Well, who am I to deny a lady her desires?"

Sliding down the wall is one way to wake up from a strange dream. And what a strange dream it was. It left me feeling unsatisfied. I glance up from where I've fallen onto the floor to see Tony standing amidst all the broken sandbags. I stand up quickly, but he holds up a finger.

"Good dream, Captain? You were saying - well, moaning - my name." He points out, crossing his arms.

"Well, uh, yeah, kinda." I force out, words failing. I try again. "Um, we were fighting a dinosaur. And you dressed in a long white dress to distract it."

"How'd I look?" He asks, a smile creeping onto his face. "I probably made an ugly woman, with my scruff. But with that beard you've been growing, you wouldn't make a pretty woman, either."

"You're probably right…" I pause, thinking on his prior question. "You still… looked handsome, you know? Like you always do."

"Right." He glances down at his feet. "Yeah, I am the sexiest person on the team. Always have been, always will be."

The team. I can't remember the last time he referred to this random group of people with weird abilities or mutations to be a team. Probably… when he said he was trying to keep us together because I was tearing the team apart, but then I accused him of tearing us apart when he signed the Accords…

I shake my head at myself. It does no good to think about these things. When I look up, Tony looks to be lost in a similar train of thought. I sigh softly, and when he glances at me, he almost seems remorseful.

"Steve…"

"No, Tony. It was, it still is my doing. I should have told you. It was wrong of me to keep-" He cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine in a different way than he has the past few days, ever since that early morning when it was hateful. This kiss has love in it.

"Shut up, Steve, you know you had to do it. Hell, I knew you had to do it, it just…" He sighs, and runs a hand through my hair instead of his own. "It just fucking hurt when you did."

"I'm-"

"I think we've said enough apologies for your whole ninety-eight year life." He mutters, and his hand trails from my hair down my back. I lean into his touch, leaning my head down so our foreheads press together. I still tend to forget how short he is when he's not in the suit.

"Can we start again?" I whisper against his face, his eyes shut tight in concentration, as if he's trying his best to hold himself together. "I know I can't ever change what I did, or how things happened, but… Tony, I'm so fucking in love with you…"

"Language, Rogers." He laughs at this, but I see tears prickling at his eyes. "I love you too, but… I can't jump into trusting you again, I hope you can understand that."

"I can. I totally understand and I-"

I don't get to finish my sentence. I don't even know - or care about - what I was going to say. His lips crash into mine, needy and passionate, and the past few days melts away behind us and this feels like it used to, but new. His lips move against mine, fast but not fast enough, and his arms are reaching around my neck, pulling me against him as close as humanly possible. I don't register anything happening around us, not the broken sandbags, not the way he piles our clothes haphazardly as he strips us both, one article of clothing at a time.

I don't feel anything but his mouth wrapped around my thick erection, his hands gripping my ass as if there's nothing else he could grab.

I don't notice anything except when he takes my fingers in his mouth all on his own and sucks on them, leaving long trails of saliva that connect my digits to his mouth.

And when I lay him down gently on the workout mats, edging his legs apart with my thighs, all I can hear is his begging. And all I can feel is his hole surrounding my fingers as I prep him slowly, teasingly.

And then his begging increases, and he's grabbing my waist, pulling me towards him, and I'm inside of him, and all I can feel is him. And he's crying my name, but not in a sexy, can't-get-enough-of-you way, but in the way that echoes throughout the room that he missed me.

So I show him how much I missed him, with each timed thrust, and when I wrap my hand around his length and pump him in time, I feel his hole tighten around me, and then he's coming, and when he tightens more around me, I see white, bottoming out and coming hard.

I lay across his chest, kissing around his scars. His heart beats rapidly within his ribcage, and his breathing causes me to move up and down.

We lay like this for a while, the only sounds are our heartbeats and ragged breathing.

And then he speaks.

"I love you, Steve."

And it's as if the world has righted all of its wrongs.