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Secret Santa: Wing Head
Winter Wishes: shawarmababy (tumblr), capsiclerogers (AO3)
Title: Wing Head
Rating: Explicit
Universe: MCU
Warnings: None really. Not beta'd
From: Takeaimandspades / BeamsnBows
Summary: Four times Steve’s wings reacted to his emotions and one time they didn’t.
“So what’re you sayin’ buddy? I mean you look like a leprechaun but you’re actin’ like Loki?” Steve heard Clint yell over comm. He tried his best not to laugh as the little man got red in the face and shot out a few balls of magic. It definitely wasn’t proper leader etiquette to laugh in the face of the newest baddie. But boy did Clint ever have a point.
The villain of the week or as he liked to call himself Vovak was a small middle aged man, no more than five feet tall with bright red orange hair sticking out from all angles underneath a green poor boy cap. Clint has never been more right.
“Not a Loki! And not a leprechaun. You four will rue the day you angered me. I came for a whim and a whim I shall have!”
Clint and Tony snickered. And Steve could already imagine how hard Natasha was rolling her eyes. It’d been awhile since they had a villain this bad, but they sure didn’t miss it.“Who the hell even says rue anymore? Look, either give up now, or we’ll have to use force.” It was Tony who called out to him this time. But Vovak only laughed and sent out three more balls of magic, all of them aimed for Tony. He dodged the first two easily enough, but the third gave him a hard time. He bobbed and weaved and dodged but it just kept coming back.
Finally Steve got an idea and threw his shield at it, however that only managed to slice it in half. One smaller ball bounced off a wall and headed straight for the back of Steve’s head out of his line of sight. He heard a few warning calls from his teammates but it was too late. The orb hit the back of his skull making him stumble forward a bit and then it seemed to bounce off and away just as quick.
In the distance Steve heard Vovak start to chuckle and looked up in time to see the balls of magic return to him before he blipped out of existence. That’s when the sides of Steve’s head started to itch and feel weighted. Steve blinked a few times to get the dizzying feeling to go away but it was no use. He took off his helmet and that thankfully seemed to help.
The Avengers all quickly joined Steve on the ground. “Thank god he’s finally gone. But you can bet when he comes back I’m gonna kick his little ass.” He heard Clint say.
“What makes you so sure he will come back?” Natasha questioned, eyebrow cocked
“Those ones always come back. Specially if they left something back.”
“Too true,” Tony said faceplate coming up, “Hey Steve, you... oh shit.”
Steve looked up at them all then confused, he felt something on the side of his head twitch and quickly reached a hand up to feel. Boy was that ever a mistake. His fingers ran across feathers, smooth feathers on a small wing no bigger than a hand. And they were stuck to his head.
No this can’t be happening.
~Four~
A week later Steve was pissed. Bruce and Tony ran every test they could think of but came up with nothing. For all that the tests should the wings had always been there. And there was no way to remove them. Besides the thought of clipping them made Steve uneasy. Unfortunately Thor was also back on Asgard for the month, so there was no way of knowing how long it could last or what kind of magic it was. All in all everything sucked, and Steve was sick of hearing jokes about his wings. So what he was a little sensitive.
His fist pounded against the punching bag and it swayed warningly. It wouldn’t last much longer and he’d already destroyed three of the Thor Approved bags.
“Hey Winghead…”
“Leave it Tony.” Steve’s voice was cold, hard and angry. He could feel his wings flex and lay back against his head stiffly. He landed another punch.
“The spy kids tell me you’re trying to break the gym again. Mind if you tell me what’s wrong instead?”
“No.” Punch.
“That’s it? You’re not even going to talk to me now?”
He hesitated for a moment, then landed another punch to the bag. “Don’t need to.”
“Look Steve is this about the wings? We’ll fix it I swear, it’s just going to take sometime-”
He turned on him,“Don’t tell me that Tony. I’ve already been confined to the Tower. I’m a freak with these things on my head and there’s no way they will come off, you’ve already checked!”
“Aw c’mon Steve have a little more faith in me. I said we’ll figure it out and we will. But for now you’re just gonna have to sit tight. Besides the wings are kind of cute” Tony reached a hand out to try and touch them.
Steve knocked it away immediately, he’d had enough of people touching the damn things. “Stop that, and stop joking about this!” The wings flexed again, twitching with anger.
Tony’s brow furrowed, he was obviously starting to get frustrated with this. “Look Steve I’m trying my best here. I told you I would and I will. If you don’t like that you can just keep the fucking things.”
“Yeah well you’re best isn’t good enough!”
That was stupid. Why did he say that! Tony looked taken aback for a moment then turned on his heel and marched out of the gym again.
It took Steve three minutes to destroy the punching bag.
~Three~
It was three days later the next time Steve saw Tony. And he couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of regret and sadness when Tony dragged himself into the kitchen that afternoon. Tony busied himself with the coffee machine clearly still giving Steve the cold shoulder while Steve mopily bit into his sandwich.
With his mug full Tony turned around and leaned against the counter facing Steve, “So… Everyone’s been telling me you look like a sad puppy, and that I should hurry up and make up with you to put them out of their misery. And God Steve they were right. You have no clue how sad you look with that pout and those wings hanging down.”
Steve swallowed his mouthful and frowned, his wings flapping a little in annoyance.
“Oh don’t give me that, you’ve got to know by now that your wings totally react to how your feeling.”
They flapped again but went back to hanging.
“Look Steve, I put my foot in my mouth sometimes. You know I do, and I didn’t mean what I said…” Tony trails off and looks away from Steve. Tony’s trying, Steve knows.
He clears his throat, “I know Tony. And I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to be so angry. I wasn’t even really mad at you, just at these damn wings I’ve got stuck to my head now. And we’ve got no way to even get in touch with Vovak.”
Tony walks to him and runs a hand through Steve’s hair down to his neck and squeezing there reassuringly, “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. We always do don’t we.”
“Yeah I suppose.” His wings droop again.
“Aw c’mon Steve cheer up, your wings are making me wanna do stuff. Like not rig Barton’s room.”
Steve snorts at that, and looks up at him with a small smile, his wings perk up a little.
~Two~
Steve hadn’t seen Tony again until the next day and it was only for a few minutes. Tony refilled a mug of coffee, told him to come down to the workshop at exactly six thirty and then disappeared again. It had made Steve antsy all day, he wanted to know what this big surprise was.
He was a little bit early when he finally arrived but that was okay as it seemed Tony was expecting that. Tony greeted him outside the door of the workshop with a kiss and a blindfold. Steve smiled and let himself be kissed and blindfolded.
Then Tony lead him through the workshop, unnaturally quiet the whole time. When they finally stopped Tony untied the blindfold and his eye fell down to his present. A motorcycle, a beautiful machine. Based on an old design and sometime completely Tony Stark. Steve was speechless and overjoyed. His wings fluttered about happily as a smiled spread across his face.
“Oh Tony..”
Tony just cleared his throat and fidgeted, “So you like it then? Is it good? I thought you’d like it. I uh.. made it back when I was mad at you. Only took me half the night. If you don’t like anything I can change it. I know the style is more me than you so I can fix it later. She isn’t quite ready for a test drive yet but I’m sure I could have her up and running soon. I mean I-”
Steve placed a hand over Tony’s mouth to stop him from talking, “She’s beautiful Tony. Perfect. Thank you, so much. You didn’t have to. Really, she’s great.” He could feel Tony smile behind his hand. He moved it to Tony’s cheek so he could lean in and kiss him. It was nice, clean and quick. But filled with all the happiness and adoration for Tony he felt. When they pulled back Tony’s smile became a smirk and Steve just knew he was looking at the wings.
“They react with your moods so well. It cute. They flutter about when you’re happy, looks kinda like a dog wagging it’s tail.” Steve blush a little in embarrassment at his words but allowed his hand to reach up and stroke the base of his wings this time.
Oh. OH…
That was a new feeling. Steve felt his eye close and rollback. Wow that felt nice, really really nice. The pleasure went straight through his whole body, from the tips of his wings to his toes. When he finally opened his eyes again he was greeted with Tony’s shocked face.
Tony gulp audibly, “Steve you made.. that face.”
Oh… Steve cleared his throat and tried not to blush harder. “I just.. Well… It feels good.” He stammered, there were no right words for this.
Tony’s face got a dirty grin then.
.
~One~
Out of all the times they’d jumped from zero to Bedroom Now, this had to have been their fastest time. Clothes were shed just as quickly on the way to the bed without breaking their kiss once. Steve however did break it then, to smile at Tony before lifting him up and dropping him on the mattress. Tony bounced slightly before scrambling up to rest his back against the headboard, he called Steve over by crooking a finger. And Steve followed immediately, crawling up the bed until they were face to face again.
Tony kissed Steve and rolled them so Steve was flat on his back with Tony straddling his thighs. He grinned at Steve quickly before he hands shot out and rubbed at the base of his wings again. It all went straight to his dick. His wings twitched along with his cock. He couldn’t help the moan as it slipped passed his lips.
Tony’s fingers were working some kind of magic of their own. Twisting and turning, massaging just where the wings connected with Steve’s hair. Steve was getting close just from this, it was too much.
“Tony.. God Tony.. Stop, I’m getting close.”
“Already my Captain? What if I wanna see you blow just from this?” He twisted his fingers in a way that had a drop of precum welling up from Steve’s slit.
Two could play at that game. Steve wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock, stroking it just the way Tony likes. Tony’s hands faltered and his hips stuttered into Steve’s fist.
“Jesus Steve.” Tony moans. His hands finally letting go of the wings and he focuses on thrusting into Steve’s hand. They go like that for a few minutes, Steve using his other hand to cup and roll Tony’s balls. But when Tony’s hips start to stutter into his hand again he stops and pulls back. Tony groans at the loss of contact but when he moves to try and get back some of the contact Steve merely leans in and whispers in his ear.
“Want you in me Tony. Need to feel you.”
Steve smiles at him and shakes his head but still reaches over to the night table and grabs their lube and a condom. They take turns preparing each other, Tony carefully warming up the lube in his hand and pressing a digit in nice and easy into Steve. While Steve rolls the condom down Tony’s cock as slow and teasingly as he can.
Tony doesn’t stop fingering Steve until he’s writhing on three of Tony’s fingers. Steve’s lips red and puffy from him biting them to keep his sounds in, back arched in pleasure. And his wings doing a small stuttering flap against his head. God he was beautiful. Tony removed his fingers then and guided his hard cock to Steve’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, loving the feeling of Steve’s warmth around him, squeezing him. He inched his way in until he bottomed out, every inch more making Steve try to get him in faster. Steve’s hips bucked into Tony’s letting him know he was more than ready, but Tony just smiled and kissed him.
He reached a hand up once more and began to rub his fingers along the wings just as he started to thrust. Steve couldn’t hold back any of his moans and groans, the combination was too much. Yet Tony’s slow thrusting was driving him insane, it was too much and not enough.
“Faster Tony, please.” He panted.
And Tony obeyed, but only barely. Tony seemed to be determined to keep his leisurely pace and that wasn’t going to cut it. Steve used his legs to grip at Tony’s sides before flipping them. Now with him on top he could get just what he needed and promptly moved Tony’s cock back inside him.
Steve rode him hard and he rode him fast, and Tony kept up meeting him on the down thrust but Always managing to hit his prostate. It was perfect.
Before Steve really knew it he was coming, shooting all over both his and Tony’s stomach, clenching around Tony. Tony threw his head back and groaned thrusting harder into Steve’s shaking body. His hips faltered once, twice before burying himself deep and coming hard.
Steve collapse and rolled off to Tony’s side. They lay there panting and grinning like fools at each other. Yeah Steve’s wings were pretty great.
~Plus One Time~
Having Vovak appear in the middle of their bedroom just as they started to cuddle was surprising to say the least. Steve was pretty sure he’d never pulled up the sheet so fast as he had just then.
“Oh, Gods.” Vovak’s disgust was very apparent, “If I knew coming all this way just to have a little fun only for you two to act so sickening with this, I would have never done it. Ugh I don’t think I can stand another minute with you two linked back to the Hub. Come on quickly, quickly give them up.”
“Me!” Steve pointed at himself, this guy was unbelievable, “I’ve got no idea how to give ‘em back! Don’t pin this on me, you gave them to me in the first place. And you better take them with you before you go or so help me god-” Steve leaned further on the bed, finger now pointed at Vovak
“Come now Captain you’re sheet is falling.” Vovak tsked, and snapped his fingers twice. Steve blushed and yanked up the sheet. He heard a popping sound, and suddenly his head felt lighter. He watched stunned as his wings flapped over and landed in Vovak’s hand. He snaps his hand closed around them and stuffs them in a pocket. He rolls his eyes, “Huuumans.” and blips away again hopefully for the last time.
Steve lets his head drop and heaves a sigh. “Gosh I hope he never comes back… Tony, you’re letting flies in.” There's a hint of a smile in his voice. Steve hears an audible click as Tony shuts his mouth.
“How and what just happened Steve? God, I hate magic.” Tony said and fell back on the the mattress, bouncing a little.
Steve hummed and lay down beside him pressing a kiss to Tony’s shoulder, “I’m starting to see why. It’ll be way too soon if we ever see him again.”
“It’s making me want to call up Reed and figure out how to trap him in his own dimension. What’s wrong with me?” Tony joked.
“You love me.” Steve said plain and simple.
Tony turned his head to face Steve’s and smiled bright, “Yes I do.”
Title: Wing Head
Rating: Explicit
Universe: MCU
Warnings: None really. Not beta'd
From: Takeaimandspades / BeamsnBows
Summary: Four times Steve’s wings reacted to his emotions and one time they didn’t.
“So what’re you sayin’ buddy? I mean you look like a leprechaun but you’re actin’ like Loki?” Steve heard Clint yell over comm. He tried his best not to laugh as the little man got red in the face and shot out a few balls of magic. It definitely wasn’t proper leader etiquette to laugh in the face of the newest baddie. But boy did Clint ever have a point.
The villain of the week or as he liked to call himself Vovak was a small middle aged man, no more than five feet tall with bright red orange hair sticking out from all angles underneath a green poor boy cap. Clint has never been more right.
“Not a Loki! And not a leprechaun. You four will rue the day you angered me. I came for a whim and a whim I shall have!”
Clint and Tony snickered. And Steve could already imagine how hard Natasha was rolling her eyes. It’d been awhile since they had a villain this bad, but they sure didn’t miss it.“Who the hell even says rue anymore? Look, either give up now, or we’ll have to use force.” It was Tony who called out to him this time. But Vovak only laughed and sent out three more balls of magic, all of them aimed for Tony. He dodged the first two easily enough, but the third gave him a hard time. He bobbed and weaved and dodged but it just kept coming back.
Finally Steve got an idea and threw his shield at it, however that only managed to slice it in half. One smaller ball bounced off a wall and headed straight for the back of Steve’s head out of his line of sight. He heard a few warning calls from his teammates but it was too late. The orb hit the back of his skull making him stumble forward a bit and then it seemed to bounce off and away just as quick.
In the distance Steve heard Vovak start to chuckle and looked up in time to see the balls of magic return to him before he blipped out of existence. That’s when the sides of Steve’s head started to itch and feel weighted. Steve blinked a few times to get the dizzying feeling to go away but it was no use. He took off his helmet and that thankfully seemed to help.
The Avengers all quickly joined Steve on the ground. “Thank god he’s finally gone. But you can bet when he comes back I’m gonna kick his little ass.” He heard Clint say.
“What makes you so sure he will come back?” Natasha questioned, eyebrow cocked
“Those ones always come back. Specially if they left something back.”
“Too true,” Tony said faceplate coming up, “Hey Steve, you... oh shit.”
Steve looked up at them all then confused, he felt something on the side of his head twitch and quickly reached a hand up to feel. Boy was that ever a mistake. His fingers ran across feathers, smooth feathers on a small wing no bigger than a hand. And they were stuck to his head.
No this can’t be happening.
~Four~
A week later Steve was pissed. Bruce and Tony ran every test they could think of but came up with nothing. For all that the tests should the wings had always been there. And there was no way to remove them. Besides the thought of clipping them made Steve uneasy. Unfortunately Thor was also back on Asgard for the month, so there was no way of knowing how long it could last or what kind of magic it was. All in all everything sucked, and Steve was sick of hearing jokes about his wings. So what he was a little sensitive.
His fist pounded against the punching bag and it swayed warningly. It wouldn’t last much longer and he’d already destroyed three of the Thor Approved bags.
“Hey Winghead…”
“Leave it Tony.” Steve’s voice was cold, hard and angry. He could feel his wings flex and lay back against his head stiffly. He landed another punch.
“The spy kids tell me you’re trying to break the gym again. Mind if you tell me what’s wrong instead?”
“No.” Punch.
“That’s it? You’re not even going to talk to me now?”
He hesitated for a moment, then landed another punch to the bag. “Don’t need to.”
“Look Steve is this about the wings? We’ll fix it I swear, it’s just going to take sometime-”
He turned on him,“Don’t tell me that Tony. I’ve already been confined to the Tower. I’m a freak with these things on my head and there’s no way they will come off, you’ve already checked!”
“Aw c’mon Steve have a little more faith in me. I said we’ll figure it out and we will. But for now you’re just gonna have to sit tight. Besides the wings are kind of cute” Tony reached a hand out to try and touch them.
Steve knocked it away immediately, he’d had enough of people touching the damn things. “Stop that, and stop joking about this!” The wings flexed again, twitching with anger.
Tony’s brow furrowed, he was obviously starting to get frustrated with this. “Look Steve I’m trying my best here. I told you I would and I will. If you don’t like that you can just keep the fucking things.”
“Yeah well you’re best isn’t good enough!”
That was stupid. Why did he say that! Tony looked taken aback for a moment then turned on his heel and marched out of the gym again.
It took Steve three minutes to destroy the punching bag.
~Three~
It was three days later the next time Steve saw Tony. And he couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of regret and sadness when Tony dragged himself into the kitchen that afternoon. Tony busied himself with the coffee machine clearly still giving Steve the cold shoulder while Steve mopily bit into his sandwich.
With his mug full Tony turned around and leaned against the counter facing Steve, “So… Everyone’s been telling me you look like a sad puppy, and that I should hurry up and make up with you to put them out of their misery. And God Steve they were right. You have no clue how sad you look with that pout and those wings hanging down.”
Steve swallowed his mouthful and frowned, his wings flapping a little in annoyance.
“Oh don’t give me that, you’ve got to know by now that your wings totally react to how your feeling.”
They flapped again but went back to hanging.
“Look Steve, I put my foot in my mouth sometimes. You know I do, and I didn’t mean what I said…” Tony trails off and looks away from Steve. Tony’s trying, Steve knows.
He clears his throat, “I know Tony. And I’m sorry too… I didn’t mean to be so angry. I wasn’t even really mad at you, just at these damn wings I’ve got stuck to my head now. And we’ve got no way to even get in touch with Vovak.”
Tony walks to him and runs a hand through Steve’s hair down to his neck and squeezing there reassuringly, “We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. We always do don’t we.”
“Yeah I suppose.” His wings droop again.
“Aw c’mon Steve cheer up, your wings are making me wanna do stuff. Like not rig Barton’s room.”
Steve snorts at that, and looks up at him with a small smile, his wings perk up a little.
~Two~
Steve hadn’t seen Tony again until the next day and it was only for a few minutes. Tony refilled a mug of coffee, told him to come down to the workshop at exactly six thirty and then disappeared again. It had made Steve antsy all day, he wanted to know what this big surprise was.
He was a little bit early when he finally arrived but that was okay as it seemed Tony was expecting that. Tony greeted him outside the door of the workshop with a kiss and a blindfold. Steve smiled and let himself be kissed and blindfolded.
Then Tony lead him through the workshop, unnaturally quiet the whole time. When they finally stopped Tony untied the blindfold and his eye fell down to his present. A motorcycle, a beautiful machine. Based on an old design and sometime completely Tony Stark. Steve was speechless and overjoyed. His wings fluttered about happily as a smiled spread across his face.
“Oh Tony..”
Tony just cleared his throat and fidgeted, “So you like it then? Is it good? I thought you’d like it. I uh.. made it back when I was mad at you. Only took me half the night. If you don’t like anything I can change it. I know the style is more me than you so I can fix it later. She isn’t quite ready for a test drive yet but I’m sure I could have her up and running soon. I mean I-”
Steve placed a hand over Tony’s mouth to stop him from talking, “She’s beautiful Tony. Perfect. Thank you, so much. You didn’t have to. Really, she’s great.” He could feel Tony smile behind his hand. He moved it to Tony’s cheek so he could lean in and kiss him. It was nice, clean and quick. But filled with all the happiness and adoration for Tony he felt. When they pulled back Tony’s smile became a smirk and Steve just knew he was looking at the wings.
“They react with your moods so well. It cute. They flutter about when you’re happy, looks kinda like a dog wagging it’s tail.” Steve blush a little in embarrassment at his words but allowed his hand to reach up and stroke the base of his wings this time.
Oh. OH…
That was a new feeling. Steve felt his eye close and rollback. Wow that felt nice, really really nice. The pleasure went straight through his whole body, from the tips of his wings to his toes. When he finally opened his eyes again he was greeted with Tony’s shocked face.
Tony gulp audibly, “Steve you made.. that face.”
Oh… Steve cleared his throat and tried not to blush harder. “I just.. Well… It feels good.” He stammered, there were no right words for this.
Tony’s face got a dirty grin then.
.
~One~
Out of all the times they’d jumped from zero to Bedroom Now, this had to have been their fastest time. Clothes were shed just as quickly on the way to the bed without breaking their kiss once. Steve however did break it then, to smile at Tony before lifting him up and dropping him on the mattress. Tony bounced slightly before scrambling up to rest his back against the headboard, he called Steve over by crooking a finger. And Steve followed immediately, crawling up the bed until they were face to face again.
Tony kissed Steve and rolled them so Steve was flat on his back with Tony straddling his thighs. He grinned at Steve quickly before he hands shot out and rubbed at the base of his wings again. It all went straight to his dick. His wings twitched along with his cock. He couldn’t help the moan as it slipped passed his lips.
Tony’s fingers were working some kind of magic of their own. Twisting and turning, massaging just where the wings connected with Steve’s hair. Steve was getting close just from this, it was too much.
“Tony.. God Tony.. Stop, I’m getting close.”
“Already my Captain? What if I wanna see you blow just from this?” He twisted his fingers in a way that had a drop of precum welling up from Steve’s slit.
Two could play at that game. Steve wrapped his hand around Tony’s cock, stroking it just the way Tony likes. Tony’s hands faltered and his hips stuttered into Steve’s fist.
“Jesus Steve.” Tony moans. His hands finally letting go of the wings and he focuses on thrusting into Steve’s hand. They go like that for a few minutes, Steve using his other hand to cup and roll Tony’s balls. But when Tony’s hips start to stutter into his hand again he stops and pulls back. Tony groans at the loss of contact but when he moves to try and get back some of the contact Steve merely leans in and whispers in his ear.
“Want you in me Tony. Need to feel you.”
Steve smiles at him and shakes his head but still reaches over to the night table and grabs their lube and a condom. They take turns preparing each other, Tony carefully warming up the lube in his hand and pressing a digit in nice and easy into Steve. While Steve rolls the condom down Tony’s cock as slow and teasingly as he can.
Tony doesn’t stop fingering Steve until he’s writhing on three of Tony’s fingers. Steve’s lips red and puffy from him biting them to keep his sounds in, back arched in pleasure. And his wings doing a small stuttering flap against his head. God he was beautiful. Tony removed his fingers then and guided his hard cock to Steve’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, loving the feeling of Steve’s warmth around him, squeezing him. He inched his way in until he bottomed out, every inch more making Steve try to get him in faster. Steve’s hips bucked into Tony’s letting him know he was more than ready, but Tony just smiled and kissed him.
He reached a hand up once more and began to rub his fingers along the wings just as he started to thrust. Steve couldn’t hold back any of his moans and groans, the combination was too much. Yet Tony’s slow thrusting was driving him insane, it was too much and not enough.
“Faster Tony, please.” He panted.
And Tony obeyed, but only barely. Tony seemed to be determined to keep his leisurely pace and that wasn’t going to cut it. Steve used his legs to grip at Tony’s sides before flipping them. Now with him on top he could get just what he needed and promptly moved Tony’s cock back inside him.
Steve rode him hard and he rode him fast, and Tony kept up meeting him on the down thrust but Always managing to hit his prostate. It was perfect.
Before Steve really knew it he was coming, shooting all over both his and Tony’s stomach, clenching around Tony. Tony threw his head back and groaned thrusting harder into Steve’s shaking body. His hips faltered once, twice before burying himself deep and coming hard.
Steve collapse and rolled off to Tony’s side. They lay there panting and grinning like fools at each other. Yeah Steve’s wings were pretty great.
~Plus One Time~
Having Vovak appear in the middle of their bedroom just as they started to cuddle was surprising to say the least. Steve was pretty sure he’d never pulled up the sheet so fast as he had just then.
“Oh, Gods.” Vovak’s disgust was very apparent, “If I knew coming all this way just to have a little fun only for you two to act so sickening with this, I would have never done it. Ugh I don’t think I can stand another minute with you two linked back to the Hub. Come on quickly, quickly give them up.”
“Me!” Steve pointed at himself, this guy was unbelievable, “I’ve got no idea how to give ‘em back! Don’t pin this on me, you gave them to me in the first place. And you better take them with you before you go or so help me god-” Steve leaned further on the bed, finger now pointed at Vovak
“Come now Captain you’re sheet is falling.” Vovak tsked, and snapped his fingers twice. Steve blushed and yanked up the sheet. He heard a popping sound, and suddenly his head felt lighter. He watched stunned as his wings flapped over and landed in Vovak’s hand. He snaps his hand closed around them and stuffs them in a pocket. He rolls his eyes, “Huuumans.” and blips away again hopefully for the last time.
Steve lets his head drop and heaves a sigh. “Gosh I hope he never comes back… Tony, you’re letting flies in.” There's a hint of a smile in his voice. Steve hears an audible click as Tony shuts his mouth.
“How and what just happened Steve? God, I hate magic.” Tony said and fell back on the the mattress, bouncing a little.
Steve hummed and lay down beside him pressing a kiss to Tony’s shoulder, “I’m starting to see why. It’ll be way too soon if we ever see him again.”
“It’s making me want to call up Reed and figure out how to trap him in his own dimension. What’s wrong with me?” Tony joked.
“You love me.” Steve said plain and simple.
Tony turned his head to face Steve’s and smiled bright, “Yes I do.”
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