Chapter 8-Invisible
By: MysticFantasy
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Prompt provided by ym4yum1
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"How many guys tried to pinch you?" Tony asked.
"A few." Clint answered with his arms crossed. "I couldn't sit for a whole day."
Tony right away began laughing at that.
"Hey, at least people notice me. Remember the last time you went out in public with Steve?!"
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"Come on, Capsicle. Quit stalling." Tony called.
"I'm coming. Keep your suit on." Steve replied.
"No promises." Tony said with a smirk before they both climbed into the limo.
The two rode in mostly silence. Tony making wise crack remarks. Saything things like 'That's a building' or 'That's what we call a sidewalk'.
Steve did his best not to let Tony annoy him. He already learned to tune out most of what Tony teased him about.
"Here we are." Tony announced.
"A department store?! This is where you dragged me to?!"
"Hey, you need a good suit for Pepper's birthday bash. I'm here to make sure that you look almost as good as me."
"You're such a pal." Steve said sarcastically as they entered the building.
"I am." Tony mused as they came to an elevator. They rode to the third floor and walked into an expensive store.
"Hello Mr. Stark. We haven't seen you in a while." a salesman greeted as he walked over.
"It has been a while, Rick." Tony agreed. "I need a great and sleek suit made for my friend here."
Rick looked over to Steve and was amazed at how fit yet muscular he was.
"Come this way." he said.
The two followed Rick to a booth where Steve would be properly measured. A middle aged seamstressed appeared and her eyes went wide at the sight of Steve.
Tony lightly smirked at this. It wasn't the first time that he had witnessed Steve be unknowing eye candy.
He stepped out of the room in order to allow the seamstress to take proper measures of his friend.
As he waited, he looked at suits he might be interested in. As an hour went by, more people began to fill the store and Tony found himself being asked for autographs and pictures.
Something he was happy to do.
Until Steve appeared in his new suit.
"Tony, how does this..."
The billionare quickly found himself alone as his small crowd of admirers fled and crowded around the super soldier.
"Hey!" he protested. "He's just here for a suit."
But regardless of how much he protested, Tony quickly found himself sitting in an over stuffed armchair as he waited for the crowd to leave and for Steve's suit to be finished.
"Safe to say that I am never taking him anywhere again." Tony muttered.
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"Didn't like not being the center of attention for once, huh?" Clint asked.
"You thief." Tony said pointing at Steve.
"Hey, I didn't ask for them to flock to me." the captain replied.
"Still, I'm not taking you anywhere anymore."
"Good. I don't like having that kind of attention on me."
"Ok. We really need to have you checked out." Clint exclaimed. "Who doesn't like that kind of attention?!"