Tony woke up about 10 hours later, starving. He groaned, rolling out of bed. "J. I need food."
"Excuse me, Captain Rogers, I thought you might want to be aware that Mr. Stark is awake and asking about food," he said, and for an AI you could almost hear the smirk.
"Thank you Jarvis" Steve smiled. "Can you tell him I have food almost ready?"
"You are welcome, sir." The AI replied "Sir. There is food in the common area kitchen." He informed tony helpfully, leaving out the fact that Steve had cooked it.
"Thanks, J." He grumbled, grabbing him a pair of pajama pants, not bothering with a shirt. Everyone had seen the scars. He'd explained them away pretty well, the torture overseas put most of the questions to rest. But in reality, he's only gotten two or three from there, it would have been a lot worse if Rhodey hadn't shown up when he did with his army and kicked everyone's ass. Tony headed for the elevator, going down to the common's kitchen, padding over to the counter automatically when he smelled the fresh food
Steve smiled. "Did you sleep well, Tony?" He asked softly, passing him a glass of water. "Food is almost done. Chicken parmesan, salad, and garlic bread"
Tony drank the entire glass in two drinks "Thanks" He said with a sigh. "That's a lot of food for one person." He said, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Steve was obviously cooking for him and roped Jarvis in to get him down here.
Steve grinned. "Well, some of it is for me, but there's a lot for you too."
"Plotting against me with my own AI?" Tony said in amusement, eyebrow still raised.
"Of course. We both want you healthy, and if that means plotting to get you to eat and sleep and take breaks then so be it" Steve said with a slight smirk.
Tony snorted out a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Drink some more water." Steve shrugged. "It'll be done as soon as the noodles are." Tony hummed, taking the cup to the sink and filling It again, sipping it normally this time. Steve smiled; his shoulders relaxed. Tony peeked around Steve to check the food out.
"Should I get used to handsome blonde men cooking for me?" Tony asked, without even thinking about what was coming out of his mouth.
Steve's grin grew wider. "I enjoy cooking, and I enjoy knowing handsome brunettes enjoy my food."
Tony flushed, clearing his throat and walking back around the counter, grabbing the tablet that was laying on the other end before sitting down. Steve raised an eyebrow "No working."
"I'm not." He murmured, still tapping away at the screen. Steve hummed, narrowing his eyes before turning to check the noodles. He tapped a little while longer before saying "J, play that will ya?" He asked, pushing the tablet away. Music started playing through the speakers in the kitchen. Steve blinked, a smile on his face as he hummed absently Tony tapped along absently, watching Steve cook. "We should go out to eat tomorrow night." He said. "A-All of us I mean." He amended quickly. "I have a break between projects, I can put off starting the next one until the day after tomorrow."
Steve smiled widely. "That sounds amazing actually."
Tony nodded "We can get everyone together tomorrow and decide what we want. Steve put a plate full of food and a small bowl of salad in front of Tony. Tony looked from the food to Steve "I'm not Thor you know?" He chuckled "I can't eat all this"
"You could if you ate more than once every 36 hours." Steve pointed out. "You don't have to finish it, Tony" Tony huffed and stuck out his tongue childishly at Steve.
"I eat more than that." He argued.
Steve just raised an eyebrow. "Before the omelets this morning, how long had it been?"
Tony snorted "None if your business"
"Jarvis?" Steve asked, flicking his eyes up to the ceiling. "What's the average amount of time between meals for Tony?"
"Don't you dare Jarvis," Tony said but not before Jarvis had started speaking.
"An average of 30 hours is his usual amount of time between meals. If you do not count coffee, which you should not."
"I don't count coffee or protein bars." He raised an eyebrow at Tony. Tony pouted, taking a bite of his salad so he didn't have to respond. Steve chuckled, starting in on his food, absently making sure Tony ate.
Tony ate good, leaning back in his seat with a groan "I'm stuffed, that was great Steve, thank you."
Steve's smile grew into a beaming grin. He really did love it when people ate his food and when he was able to take care of them. "You're welcome. Do you want waffles or crepes for breakfast?"
Tony frowned "Breakfast?" He asked, confused
"It's 9.30pm, Tony" he smiled "This is dinner. The next meal is breakfast"
Tony rolled his eyes. "That wasn't my question." he huffed
"Then what's your question?"
"Why do you want to know what I want for breakfast? Surely you're not cooking again?" He asked incredulously
"Of course, I am." Steve cocked his head to the side.
Tony sighed "Steve, I'm sure you have a life, that doesn't revolve around you cooking my meals." He said with a laugh "I'll see you tomorrow at dinner."
"I cook meals for myself and whoever happens to be here anyway. So, I'll be cooking breakfast do you prefer waffles or crepes."
Tony huffed. "Who says I'll be up here during breakfast?" He counters
Steve's grin slid into a smirk. "I have my ways. One of them has red hair."
Panic crossed his face for a moment "Oh no. Nat likes me better." He said with a smirk.
"Mhm, I saw that panic" he laughed "another doesn't have a body"
Tony glared at the ceiling "Traitor" He huffed.
Steve laughed softly. "Waffles or crepes"
"Waffles," Tony grumbled
"Thank you" he smiled, patting Tony's shoulder. "Want dessert? I made key lime pie earlier.
"I don't think I can eat anything else right now, maybe in a bit?" He said, getting up to put his dishes and Steve's into the sink.
"Sure. It'll keep as well, if you end up not wanting any tonight" he assured the genius. Tony sat and talked to Steve for another hour or two before they went their separate ways for the night.
The next morning found a very sleepy tony, he'd actually slept more. He was now sitting on a barstool with his head down on the countertop while Steve cooked. Steve chuckled softly. "Coffee is almost done." He reminded, keeping an eye on the carafe as he cooked.
Tony groaned "I could have made my own coffee"
"Maybe, but I did it anyway" he smirked, quickly grabbing Tony's favorite mug, making his cup the way he preferred before setting it in front of the lump that Tony was imitating.
Tony perked up "You're going to make someone a good housewife one day, Spangles." Tony said moaning when the hot liquid touched his tongue.
Steve tossed his head back to laugh. "Think I could pull off the frilly apron?" He grinned as he turned back to the waffle machine, absently checking the strawberry compote he was making as well as the bacon.
"As long as it's blue so it matches your eyes," Tony said with a laugh. "Need any help? I think I'm part human now."
"Not unless you want to set the table. Need plates, cutlery, butter, syrups, and the like." Steve hummed in thought. "Also, fried or scrambled eggs?"
Tony downed the rest of his cup of coffee before getting up "I eat them either way." He said with a shrug, grabbing plates and everything else Steve mentioned
Steve just hummed before deciding on fried, putting a few pieces of toast in the toaster. "How do you take your fried eggs?"
"Sunnyside up is fine" he replied "Anything else?" He asked after finishing his task
"Get you some more coffee, foods almost done. " he smiled, bringing the food to the table before going back for the eggs.
Tony nodded, not arguing with more coffee. Breakfast came and went; Tony ate too much again and was miserable, but he got to spend time with Steve. Now tony was sitting in a chair, head lolled back over the back of it. The rest of the occupants were arguing over where to eat. Well, Nat and Clint were arguing, tony was sure a few knives or guns were going to be out any second. Thor was listing off places he knew, which were few. Steve was playing ref between the assassins and Bruce was staying out of it.
Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No Thai, Clint, you know what happened last time Bruce ate something that spicy."
Tony couldn't help it, he snorted out a laugh at the memory "I vote Thai" He said jokingly
Steve snorted as he heard Bruce almost whine. "No Thai, don't be mean to Bruce"
"Yes dear." He drawled, yawning a little and stretching. "At this rate, we'll be eating McDonald's"
"What about that Korean barbecue place?" Steve offered, getting Clint on his side as the archer just wanted Asian.
Tony perked up "That sounds good." He agreed and Bruce nodded in agreement.
Steve let out a tiny sigh of relief as the others agreed. "Well, that's that then."
"Good." Tony said clapping his hands "We will leave at 7." He announced, patting on Steve's back as he passed, heading to change. Steve Leaned into the touch, grinning. He went to change clothes himself.
Dinner went great, they all had fun, laughing and talking and just spending time together. They were all walking back to Avenger tower because it was a pretty night. Steve smiled at his friends, ambling along closer to the back.
Tony had been walking beside Steve and he stopped to tie his shoe. Before he even got the strings in his hands good something came out of nowhere hitting him in the arm, causing him to fall to the ground, clutching his shoulder and letting out a string of curses.
Steve was instantly at his side, looking over the damage while Clint chased down the cyclist that had clipped Tony. "Shit, Tony." He cursed softly, wincing. "That looks dislocated."
Tony groaned, standing up. "Put it back where it goes then, Cap." He snarked through gritted teeth, looking up at Steve with pain flickering through his eyes.
Steve gave home a grim smile. "You'll be in a sling a couple of weeks" he warned, even as he grabbed Tony's arm, waiting until he had a good stance before popping it back into place. He took off his hoodie, fashioning a makeshift sling as Natasha slipped into a nearby drugstore to get one.
Tony bit his lip so he didn't cry out, his eyes were watering. "Sonofabitch" he cursed, breathing hard.
"I know" Steve soothed, helping him get the sling on.
Tony ducked his head so the sling could go over his head. "Thanks." He said softly.
Steve smiled. "You're welcome. That arm is out of commission for a week or two, got it? " he asked to which Tony nodded.
Steve let out a small sigh. "Are you ok otherwise?"
Tony took a deep breath "Yeah. I'm okay." He said, giving a small smile. Steve stayed close to Tony the rest of the way home. Tony walked slowly, holding his arm the entire way, plopping down on the couch when he finally got upstairs Steve got him some anti-inflammatory meds, handing them over with a glass of water and a small smile. "Thanks" Tony said, letting his head fall back against the couch with a sigh.
"You're welcome" he smiled, patting his good shoulder. "No projects until that's healed."
Tony huffed "sure."
"I mean it, Tony. If you use your arm too much too soon you can permanently damage it"
"Okay okay." He said defeatedly, getting up and heading for the elevator
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I'm fine." He said with a one-shoulder shrug as the elevator opened and he entered.