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Fanwork Like it's 2012 Fest Announcement & Guidelines

It's been a year since Endgame, so now it's time to…

Fanwork Like it's 2012!

Let's rewind to 2012:

Captain America: The First Avenger and Iron Man 1 & 2 have come out (so have The Incredible Hulk and Thor).

Marvel recently put the team together for the first time in The Avengers.

Iron Man Noir exists! So does the famous panel of Earth-3490, where Natasha Stark and Steve Rogers are canonically married.

In Earth-616, Hickmanvengers is ramping up, but we don't know that Steve is going to find out about his mindwipe (Keep in mind that Battlewords hasn't happened yet, so no 1872 or other universes).

Earth-1610 (Ults) is in its second year of a four-year run.

The Marvel animated films, Ultimate Avengers, Ultimate Avengers 2 and Next Avengers are out.

Iron Man: Armoured Adventures has finished.

Earth's Mightiest Heroes is heading into its second season.

Avengers Assemble hasn't started yet.

This is the main rule of the fest - all works created must be based on or inspired by material that already exists in 2012 - anything after 2012 is off-bounds!

PARTICIPATION GUIDELINES

Everyone is welcome to participate in this fest

There are no sign-up requirements and you do not need to have an account of any sort

All worktypes are welcome. This includes fanfic, fanart, fanvids, podfics, poetry, music, crafts, 3-sentence fics, gifs, meta, in-universe documents, audio not!fic, multimedia fanworks, banners, playlists and more!

Prompts and fills must be focused on Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, whether platonically or romantically

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There are no minimum requirements for fills, apart from works needing to be stand-alone and complete

Prompts can be filled as many times as you like, and you can do as many fills as you like

For this fest, works can be crossposted as Cap-IM Bingo fills

SCHEDULE

May 11	The fest begins and prompt submissions open!
May 25	Initial prompts are revealed and the fest is open for fills! You can keep submitting new prompts until the end of the fest.
July 13	The end of July 13 (any timezone) is the deadline for prompt fills for this fest.

PROMPT SUBMISSION

Prompts will be screened for the first two weeks. After that, they'll all be unscreened, and people can start creating fills. However, everyone is still welcome to prompt after the first two weeks are up - the wait is just to build up some initial prompts, and increase the anticipation!

Anyone can submit prompts throughout the entire fest. You don’t have to commit to creating a fill in order to submit a prompt, and you can submit as many prompts as you like. There is no guarantee that all prompts will be filled.

Prompts can be text prompts as well as links to images, poetry, music, etc, as long as those linked media were created before 2012. If you are prompting with an existing fanwork, the creator must have a publicly available transformative policy that allows you to do so.

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SUBMITTING A FILL

Prompts will be revealed on May 25, and after that prompts can be filled by anybody interested—you can fill your own prompts, and prompts can be filled multiple times. You can post fills throughout the entire creation period.

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Marvel/Merlin crossover. Tony ends up in Camelot ala Mark Twain's classic. Does the armor count as magic? Any sufficiently advanced tech does after all. Can Merlin keep Tony out of jail while they figure out a way to get him home? That's up to you but please don't let him get executed. Steve is welcome to ride along.

MCU- After the battle of New York all the avengers are living in Avengers Tower. Steve and Tony have, of course, not been on the best of terms, but Tony starts noticing that Steve is struggling with living in the new millennium. Not so much with things like tech and pop culture (though he does struggle with the later) but mostly with history since he went under. Tony decides to make it his personal mission to help him learn some of these things by planning and taking him (and the rest of the avengers?) on a trip around the world to void it major hotspots of history and culture that were significant between 1945 and 2011. Obviously they start falling in love through out the trip, but that’s a given, right?

At the beginning of Steve and Tony’s relationship, the team bonds over their own personal traumas, and the night ends with Steve and Tony talking about how the team is their family

Clint, hiding in the vents, catches Steve & Tony making out

Clint catching Steve and Tony making out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24703912

classic Tony has chronic pain from his arc reactor and Steve overlooks this until something happens to make him realise that actually, Tony's not just skipping out on sparring because he (only) wants to annoy Steve. H/C

Steve and Tony find increasingly ludicrous reasons to hug

Five times Tony found a reason to hug Steve and the one time he didn't need one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24714979/chapters/59737648

that's it, that's the prompt.

Either Tony or Steve is touch starved and they use sparring with the other to achieve a bit of "acceptable" forms of touching. Maybe a teammate calls them out on it and says that they need to figure out a way to get contact in a more constructive way? Could swing angsty or snuggly...

Touch starved Steve imprints on Tony and uses sparring as an outlet for physical touch- however, Tony gets annoyed and avoids his sparring invites until Steve breaks down on Tony. Cue the cuddles
(quick note: Steve has sort of clingy behavior which isn't totally reciprocated?? Tony knows how to stand up for himself though it's a mild annoyance at most)

"Spar?" Steve grunted, almost as soon as he caught sight of Tony in the doorway. Silently, he exhaled. He'd wanted a moment to get back in shape on the elliptical, but Natasha had confided to him over a late night cup of coffee that she was worried. About Steve.

He always seemed to be lurking in the gym, no matter what, when Tony walked in. It... grated on him, sure, that someone he barely liked was so clingy, but Steve didn't have anyone to cling to except for the Avengers, and they weren't as steady as Tony. They were gone, flighty, dealing with their own shit. "Sure," Tony sighed, walking off to wrap his hands.

Steve followed him, hovering somewhere at his back. "Did you say this morning that you were joining Pepper on a business trip?" he asked. Demanded, really. Tony nodded mutely, flexing his hands beneath the wraps. "You can't do that. We have Avengers business here."

"And what, pray tell, is that?" Tony asked, turning on him. Steve frowned, big brows knitting together. Tony was sick of him constantly there, latching on like a baby to its mother's breast.

"I'm planning a surprise team training." The frustrating part about these exchanges was that Steve, while being fairly good at lying, never made himself believable enough. "In Pennsylvania," he added.

"Fine, Cap," Tony said coldly. "Have at me." Steve frowned at him, leaning closer.

"You don't have to spar with me," he mumbled. "I can do it fine with the punching bag." The thing about that was that for Steve, it wouldn't be fucking fine. He was repressed but he wasn't subtle, with his angry, flexing hands and wide, sad eyes beneath hair that always seemed too perfect and molded to be real.

Yeah. Tony sort of wanted to fuck him up. "Get in the ring," he growled, slamming Steve's shoulder with his and getting into his stance. Sparring didn't have rules. Biting and blood had their place in the ring, usually welling in some cut Steve inflicted on Tony. That was usually when he tapped out, getting out of the room. He was having his own gym built so he didn't have to deal with Steve cutting in on his time, but it was slow going since the project needed to be kept under wraps.

"You ready, Stark?" Steve growled. Tony braced himself. Steve always hit first.

And hit he did. They started with fists. Tony had better form, Steve had better reflexes. It was the same every fucking time. Tony would sweep Steve's legs out from under him. Check. He'd punch down and Steve would catch him and flip him, pushing him into the ground. Always the same.

Always ending with Tony on the ground. "Tapping out," he wheezed from under Steve's weight.

"Good game." Steve offered him a hand, which he ignored. He brushed past him into the showers, and again, Steve trailed behind him. Jesus, could he not take a hint?

"Good game," Tony called behind him, off hand, snatching a towel from the rack and gingerly stepping over the wet one on the floor. Who had been in here earlier? It was just Steve and Tony in the Tower. All he needed was a quick rinse, maybe some body wash, and he could be in and out. He used luxury shower stalls, private and like individual oases. It always got pleasantly steamy and the water always felt so good, pounding away at his sore back.

"Hey, Tony?" Steve again. Tony ignored him, hoping he'd put it down to the water pounding away around them. "Tony?" Too loud to ignore, this time.

"What?' he bit out, scrubbing viciously at his back. Did he not know the basics of communal bathroom etiquette?

"How about this time again tomorrow?" he asked. Tony closed his eyes. A pre-planned sparring time was not what he wanted whatsoever.

"Maybe." His voice was gritted and absolutely done, but Steve wouldn't take a fucking hint, would he?

"What, you too scared? I'm going easy on you, old man." It would have been a good challenge had his voice not cracked a little at the end. Tony shook his head. Maybe he shouldn't have opened up his Tower to these losers. They were the lamest people he'd ever met.

"No, I'm a busy man. Sorry, Rogers. If I want to spar, I'll contact you." And with that, he stalked out of the shower stall, right past Steve's crestfallen face and gorgeous, naked body. "How about I call you?"

It wasn't a question. If Steve wouldn't leave him alone, Tony would literally make his own gym.

After the dreaded attempt to set up a weekly- or, shudder, daily- sparring date, Tony was forced to speed up his process and involve Iron Man to set up his own gym. He avoided the communal one at all costs, knowing Steve would only leave him alone if the other Avengers were there, so no one else witnessed his frankly embarrassing attempts to make friends with Tony, like he was a little nerd and Tony was the popular kid. Jesus. Was something else wrong with him? Other than the social awkwardness. Tony didn't mind helping a friend out, but he'd never actually made friends with Rogers. Maybe they were acquaintances, but they were certainly not close in the least. It was all Steve and his fumbling attempts at fitting in.

"What time is the team movie night?" he asked, knowing Natasha was the one who planned it.

"Nine. Mondays. We're watching Hugo," she said casually, flipping her omelette.

Tony nodded. That was the one with the machines set in 30s Paris, wasn't it? Looked like there was something for everyone, he thought sarcastically. "Cool beans. See you then." He popped off a salute.

Steve fucking followed him to his lab. "Needed something, Cap?" he asked, a strained smile on his face.

"I needed to talk to you about the gym." Great, he was trying to confront Tony about something or other.

"Yes?" he replied, pointedly looking away from the pathetic picture Steve made. He heard Steve's breath falter behind him.

"I'm worried you aren't getting enough practice. You're the least trained human on the team, and-"

"I actually would think Hulk is, considering that all he does is smash," Tony hummed. "I'm a fan, though, maybe we all need less training. Smashing things is good for the soul." He finally looked back up at Steve. His face was set, stony. His jaw looked like it was screwed on too tight.

"I'm just saying-" Tony looked him in the eyes. For a war hero, Steve was easily intimidated. Almost laughable, really. "I- that, um, that I could help train you?" His voice hovered on the last word.

Tony turned back to his work, deceptively casual. "What about that training in Pennsylvania?" he asked, smirking a little. All the air seemed to leave the room.

"I'll, I'll go. Sorry for wasting your time." Tony shook his head, rubbing at his eyes. Steve was a waste of his time, of his perfectly good resources. For Thor's sake, all he did was lie, insist on sparring, and act awkward. His gym would be finished by the end of the week, and he could probably get at least two weeks of peaceful, Steve-free workout time and, since the only time Steve interacted him was to spar with him, he'd get two weeks of Steve-free time altogether.

Movie nights, he could certainly survive, cuddling with Bruce on the couch and ignoring Cap sitting perched on one of the dining room chairs at the back of the room.

Damn, Tony was hungry. He yawned, back cracking as he checked the time. A little after midnight, perfect time for a snack. Hopefully the Tower's favorite super-soldier would be out and Tony could get his ice cream in peace for once. He'd finally cracked it. If he didn't go in the gym and stuck to the communal kitchen, Steve wouldn't ask him to spar, just watch Tony from the table, gaze sickeningly longing. He hummed a Disney song while the decaf brewed, pawing through the cabinets for something filling but not fattening.

Tony simply could not get any peace. In pajamas, laser focused on Tony, Steve appeared in the elevator. Tony's teeth gritted as he walked through the elevator doors. He looked like he had only just woken up, and Tony wasn't the type to accuse someone of stalking, but this was getting ridiculous. They faced off. Steve was hunched, broken down. He looked almost sick, if the peak of human perfection could get sick. "What?" Tony asked, annoyed with him. "Did I kick your puppy or something?"

"You haven't been sparring lately," Steve accused. He shouldered his way into the kitchen. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Nice one. I just haven't been seeking it out, thanks."

"But you're never in the gym," Steve said, eyes narrowed. He was glowering towards Tony, a mere shadow in the slips of moonlight coming through the windows.

"I have my own gym, and I have to avoid sparring with fucking super-soldiers at all hours of the day. How'd you do it, huh? Ask Jarvis to notify you when I was going down. For the record, that's creepy as fuck."

Steve snarled, sweat glistening on his forehead. He was wearing Avengers pajamas, the cheap ones they sold at Walmart. Tony had gotten them all silk Avengers pjs, there was no reason for him to be wearing the ugly, polyester nightmares. "If you hadn't noticed, you're my regular sparring partner, it's what we do!"

"Spar with Natasha, or something, I don't care!"

"No," Steve cried, legitimate tears in his eyes. "I- I need you. Please, Tony I need you, I'll do anything. I'll let you win and hit me a bunch, I'll do all your cleaning, Tony, please," he begged, honest to God falling to his knees, shaking, swaying, with a few sobs.

"Get up, what the fuck are you doing?" Tony snapped, frowning at him. Steve stumbled to his feet. He did look sick. Maybe he had a fever, and that was why he was acting so weird.

"Please," Steve whispered again. Tony pointed to a chair, dialing his personal doctor on his cell.

"Hello, yes? May I speak to Doctor Finn?"

"He's not in," the secretary replied, bored to death.

"Excuse me, do you know who I-"

"I don't care who you are. Sir." She hung up. Tony was going to get a headache from this.

Steve shivered on the dining chair, swaying from side to side. Tony stared at him without the danger of getting caught. He was pretty sure that even if he looked up, Steve was so out of it that he wouldn't really register Tony. He looked bad.

If Tony was being honest with himself, Steve had looked bad for a long while. Sick, agitated, obsessive behavior. Tears rolled down his face as he shook, looking small in the little chair. Hesitantly, Tony approached him. His thermometer could have been anywhere, so he just put his hand on Steve's forehead. It was a small thing. The most sparing contact they'd ever exchanged, but Steve...

He leaned into it, nuzzling Tony's hand like he was a dog. No fever, but he was sweaty and shaky. Was it psychosomatic, maybe? The feeling you got when you faced up against the biggest fears in your head and you had run a marathon, all at once. "Please," Steve mumbled. "Please." Tony sat down on the edge of another chair, trying to remove his hand, but Steve clutched onto it, wrapped his fingers around Tony's wrist.

"Cap..." He trailed off.

Steve looked up, bloodshot, glassy eyes set deep behind purple bags. "Sorry, I just-" Tony swallowed around a lump in his throat. Maybe all that sparring had been more than just Steve being overly friendly, or- annoying. Maybe it had been a cry for help.

"No, sweetheart, it's okay. I need to check you out, follow me." Just because Tony was leading Captain America to his bedroom did not mean, under any circumstances, that he was going to bag him. Pepper wouldn't believe it even if she saw it.

"What're we doin'?" Steve asked, sitting on the bed. He looked small, really, all hunched over and sick. Tony smoothed a hand down his hair, and Steve really shivered, arched his neck up.

"You look pretty sick, Steve. You sleep it off in here. It okay if I join you?" he asked carefully. He'd be just fine in the guest bedroom, but if it was a poison, Tony would feel safer close by.

He'd expected vehement refusal, grudging acceptance, maybe, but instead, Steve broke down in tears. "Not s'posed to," he whispered into the pillow. "I'm sorry, Tony. I shouldn't be- be goin' around, trying to cry about dumb shit like this, I'm sorry I kept making you spar with me." He paused, and then, in a wet, gasping whisper. "It just felt so good."

He looked naked, spread out on the bed with no blankets and his Avengers pajamas. "Do you want a hug?"

Steve met his eyes, bone tired. "It's only been seventy years, I can go a few more. Not like I'm going to die from an absence of affection," he said bitterly, like he was finally coming back to himself. He swung out of bed, stumbling on large feet. "Excuse me," he muttered.

Tony stood in front of him, eyebrows raised. "You're really going to try that? Get back on the bed, Steve." Tony felt bad, wanted to apologize. He'd pretty much taken responsibility for all of the Avengers outright, and he'd supplied whatever emotional support that they needed, but neglected Steve. Maybe it was Daddy Issues. Maybe it was his naive crush as a kid, snapping back into place the moment he laid eyes on a living legend. Maybe he was just a bastard that didn't care. Whatever it was, Tony could have taken any of his little signs and he'd chosen his own bullheaded arrogance instead. Steve rolled over onto his side, tense.

All the sick need from earlier had fled, and he looked just as miserable as he always did again. Did Steve even smile at all anymore?

"So what was the sparring? A healthy outlet for touch or something?" Tony asked, climbing in after him. "This is okay, right, these cuddles? We can move back out to the couch if you want."

"No! Stay," Steve whispered, curling into Tony's front. He burrowed his head into Tony's neck, flung his arms around his waist, latched on like an octopus.

"I'm staying," Tony told him. "I'm staying." The shades closed, so that all he could feel was the hat of Steve's body knotted together with his own. All he needed to feel was the stillness of the room, taming the nervous energy Steve was always radiating- there was a reason for that, there was always a reason- and Tony's doubts.

Steve needed someone in his corner, because Bucky Barnes was dead, Peggy Carter was gone, and the rest of the world had fallen away from him.

The smell of freshly-baked bread is amazing. Too bad that's not what's happening here.

Steve and Tony decide to bake bread (dare? some sort of internet challenge? Did Steve say "back in my day the bread tasted better" and Tony decide that he would make the Best Damned Bread known to mankind, and Steve figure it'd be a nice way to spend quality time together? whatever reason! you pick!)and it doesn't end up going as expected.

idk if this is what you want but I wrote it so that's fine. Either gen or pre-slash, you choose, the ending isn't great but it isn't my worst one ever either. Great promp!! <3 :)

The sun dawned on a beautiful sunny morning, aggravating Tony Stark's hangover more than he'd like to admit. "Too much last night?"

Tony suppressed a manful scream, eyes shooting open to catch Natasha staring at him from a corner of his room. She tossed a shirt at him. "We're expected at SHIELD in half an hour. You'd better get ready quick, Cap wants to be there ten minutes early."

Ten minutes early? Tony preferred ten minutes late! Or at least on time. He scowled, putting on the shirt before realizing that it smelled foul. Irritably, he ventured into his closet for a nice, pin-striped suit. Sunglasses? Yes. God, yes, his head wasn't pounding too hard but it was still aggravating. "Jarvis?" he grumbled, putting on his bracelets- you could never be too safe around Nick Fury- and leaning against the wall of the elevator.

"Coffee is brewing, sir. Would you like to request that the team stop for breakfast on your way to SHIELD?"

Tony shrugged. "Might as well," he mumbled, slouching further when he saw that everyone was waiting for him already.

"Shake a leg, Tony, we're going to be late!" God, Steve Rogers was unbearable. Shake a leg? When was that even from?

"He has a hangover, Cap," Natasha informed their fearless leader.

"Looks like a bad one," added Clint. Why'd they have to ruin his fun? Now he was going to get- yep, there was the disapproving Cap look right there.

Tony held up one finger, holding his stomach as the elevator rocketed down. "Don't say a word, Cap, you're involuntarily sober. Don't tell me you wouldn't be getting drunk right now if you could."

He squinted against the full light of the airy lobby, thanking God and Thor for his sunglasses. He was forgetting something, though, wasn't he? "I wasn't saying anything, Tony."

Tony gave him a dirty look. "I could feel it in your eyes." Somehow, everything got worse the farther they walked outside. The headache was shifting from hangover headache to caffeine withdrawal headache, and yeah, that was what he forgot. Morning coffee.

"You shouldn't be so mean to the man who brought your coffee for you," Steve chided, a big grin on his face. Tony turned to him, hopeful.

"All is forgiven if you give up the goods, Steve-o." Steve rolled his eyes, but he gave the cute little thermos over. It had little Avenger heads on it, which was pretty adorable. "When did I buy this?"

"A while ago, when the first merch lines were coming out." Steve steered their fearsome foursome to a cute little bakery, perfectly American and perfectly sickening.

Tony frowned, face screwed up, when the smell of bread hit his nose. "Don't you just love the smell of fresh bread?" Steve had that look on his face, the one he didn't get often, when he got nostalgic.

"I like it," Clint said with a nod. God, he was so serious. Was Tony the only fun one around?

"You know, back in the day, no one really bought those little plastic bags of bread from the grocery store. You made it yourself, mostly on the weekends so you could have it fresh with Sunday supper, and the whole street would just be filled with the smell." Steve sighed wistfully.

Tony's eyes narrowed like beady pricks of light. The 40s were not that much cooler than his decade- the decade practically legally belonged to him, he'd been named man of the decade a couple years back- and fresh bread was not a valid reason to miss the past. He scoffed, loudly. "Sure, Mr. Baker. What's next, you're going to wax poetic on the days before vaccines? I could make bread a thousand times better than this."

Steve cocked his eyebrow up, hands on hips. "Really, Stark?" he drawled.

"Oh, God, not again," Natasha muttered. Clint rolled his eyes, moving up the counter to order some bagels.

"Yeah. Yeah, Steve, I'm sure your little Depression flour cakes were fine, but if I ever made bread, I'd rock your world."

Steve stepped closer, toe to toe. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really, I'd blow your fucking mind!"

Steve stepped back, face satisfied. "Fine, then. A bake-off. Sunday. Winner gets-"

"Winner gets the other's movie night pick for two months." Steve glared.

"Fine. Since I'm a fair sport, I'll let you pick your team first."

Tony made a beeline for Natasha. "Natasha. I want Natasha."

"I can't cook," she muttered. Tony's eyes widened. There was something she wasn't competent at? Holy shit.

"Wait! Wait, no, I take it back!" he yelped.

Steve smiled smugly, grabbing Clint's elbow. "Too late. Sorry, Stark, no take backs."

Clint shook his head, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Christ, why is it always you two?"

Then, to add insult to injury, Steve grabbed the everything bagel- he knew everything bagels were Tony's favorite!- and took a big bite out of it. His eyes dared Tony. They were in public. If they weren't, Tony would be trying his absolute best to claw Steve Rogers' smug, handsome fucking face off.

Steve POV

Steve did not know how he got into this with Tony Stark. The man only liked three things: coffee, robots, and one-upping Steve. It was terrible! Sure, his challenges- like the obstacle course- had been fun, but it seemed to be getting a little old. Was he ever going to give it up? It almost made Steve feel bad for Buck, all those years ago, trying to rein in Steve's temper. It did seem like a good bonding experience to Steve.

Baking was sort of comforting, and Tony was also sort of comforting, in a roundabout way that made Steve confused. As a part of his team, Steve wanted to bond with Tony really badly. They were in different orbits, some days. He might have baited Tony just a little, but Lord, was it easy. "Can you not drag us into your arguments next time?" Clint grumbled.

Steve shrugged. "He was asking for a fight, and we'll give him one. You have the flour? Yeast? What else..." He tapped his chin, walking to the fridge. Over by Tony's side of the counter, it resembled a neat military operation. He had already finished making the dough and Natasha was kneading it.

"Get a move on, he'll be faster than us," Clint said, nudging him aside to dump the last of the flour in.

"No, we want to be faster than him! Then by the end, his will be cold and ours will be fresh out of the oven," Steve insisted. They agreed without speaking that he would knead the dough, even though Clint's arm were possibly stronger than his.

"Cheater, that's cheating," Tony told them, glaring from underneath his sunglasses. "Dickhole Steve Rogers can't win without cheating!" he yelled louder.

"Thanks for telling me, Tony," Bruce said dryly, reading his magazine on the couch- People, Steve thought. It looked like he and Tony were on the cover again. What inside source was it this time?

Tony snorted, smiling a little fondly at Bruce. He shared a look with Steve. "Stop turning the kids against me, Tony. We all know I'll get them in the divorce."

"I'll fight to the fucking death, Rogers, you can try me," Tony said playfully. Steve deliberately scooted closer to him, knowing it would provoke a reaction. And it did. Really, this was the best day for bonding, Tony was in an incredible mood. "Hey! That's my side!" he said, shoving Steve. "Stay off my side, I don't like you in my space."

"No, you're on my side." Steve maybe had a problem with baiting people. With baiting Tony, specifically. It was just hilarious to watch him get riled up.

"Fuck you!" Tony snatched a handful of flour, dumping it down Steve's shirt.

Steve didn't respond, instead just smiling and kneading some more. He flinched up when Tony dropped more flour in his hair, but he was responsible and he would not start a food fight in his own damn kitchen. It was just supposed to be a fun challenge, not the all out prank war Tony would start if he retaliated too much. "What kind of bread are you making?" he asked politely.

"Focaccia. I'm Italian and the recipe is from my grandmother. Where's your recipe from? Rachael Ray?" Tony asked rudely. "And all Italians like bread. Bread was literally invented in Italy,' he bragged.

"Actually, bread was invented in 8000 BC. In Egypt," Bruce said, wandering closer. "Wow, guys, those look really good. I'm going to have fun judging." He peered closely, smiling at the proud grins Steve and Tony sported.

"You know, Tony, it's really nice that you like bread so much. You see, I like bread too,' he began.

"You disgust me, we have nothing in common," Tony said flatly, jostling Steve's shoulder. He shot a grin behind him, catching Tony's eyes behind those yellow sunglasses.

"I'm done kneading!" Natasha announced.

With one last glare, Tony walked away. "We need to let it rest next," he told her, focusing in on his own project. Was it possible that Tony liked baking? He really liked robots, but Steve didn't know robots. He knew bread.

Steve was done kneading, too, so his would rest. They had a few hours, still, of letting it rise. "Bruce, turn on the cooking channel, I have a few hours." He enjoyed noting down recipes that he saw.

"I'm going to the workshop, don't disturb me. Nat, you guard the bread," he ordered. "I have my eye on you." Backing into the elevator and looking like a crazed bug with his huge sunglasses and arms that were somehow dwarfed in comparison to the rest of his stocky body, Tony pointed at them. "Counting on you, Widow!"

Steve chuckled, settling in for a nice afternoon of TV. Soon the whole Tower would smell like bread and Tony wouldn't be able to escape it, and maybe they'd finally become friends. Fat chance, but not as long of a shot as he thought when he first met him.

He was startled out of a nap by a gentle hand on his shoulder. "No need to flinch, Capsicle," Tony said, as Steve blinked the sleep out of his eyes. "I have to go into work for Pepper, I'm letting Nat take the lead on the rest of the project. Just thought you'd want to know."

It made sense when he looked closer at Tony. Impeccable suit, shiny gold watch, and suave smile all screamed consummate professional, not silly baker. "Have fun. If you can manage it between all the paperwork," he said drowsily, snuggling into the couch.

"Ha ha. No need to rub it in further. Bye," he said off-hand, grabbing his phone.

"Bye," Steve mumbled.

He was woken up again, by Clint. "Time to put the bread in the oven, how long do I do it for?"

They were using a recipe Steve had memorized a while ago- seventy years or so, he thought bitterly. He yawned, ambling over to the oven. Looked like Tony's focaccia was already cooking on the bottom one. "About twenty minutes." He slid the wooden baking board in, checking the temperature. "Looks good. We'll definitely win," he said confidently.

"Hey, Nat!" Clint shouted.

Steve eyed him. "What are you doing?"

Clint stopped him with a hand. "Just making sure. Hey, how much money to let Tony's bread burn?"

"Ten dollars," she said immediately. Steve looked at them in disappointment.

"Can I borrow ten dollars, Cap?" Clint asked immediately, grinning between the three of them.

"Clint..." he groaned.

"Fine. Can I borrow ten dollars, dad?" Steve threw his hands up.

"I obviously can't control you! My wallet's on the table."

Natasha smirked, moving over to the oven. "Let's turn this up to 700 degrees, shall we?" she asked, mischievous smile on her face.

"Great idea. And leave it in for an extra twenty minutes."

"Extra ten, Clint, I don't want to burn the whole Tower down," she countered.

He shrugged. "Fine by me. As long as you don't let Bruce know what's going on, we'll win and Steve will finally stop Tony from trying to watch all his damn foreign films."

"I like some of them," Steve reasoned. "As long as the subtitles were good."

"Whatever you say, Cap. I knew all those languages, and the films were truly horrible. I'm serious," Clint said. "Man, does Tony have bad taste."

"Don't be mean," Steve yawned. Maybe he could go back to sleep, he thought, landing on the couch with a thump.

But a distant whirring distracted him. It almost sounded like...

Iron Man landed, gauntlets facing out, after fully shattering the window. God, the structural integrity was fucked! Before Steve could say a word, the unibeam was blasting away the oven.

He, Clint, and Natasha stared in shock at the wreck of the kitchen. "What the fuck, Tony?" Steve finally shouted.

"If my bread is burnt, so is yours! Fuck you, Steve! Bruce, this was fully in the guidelines, by the way, cheaters get punished."

"But how did you know?" Steve asked dumbly, glaring at Clint.

"Man, I'm just done with this. Tony, I love you, dude, but I'm out. You can find me at the range. Natasha rushed after him, leaving just the two of them.

"I do have footage of everything!" Tony said, flashing a red and gold middle finger Steve's way. "Dick move, Rogers. As if Jarvis wouldn't help me.

"I just can't believe you burnt the oven!" Steve laughed. It was bad, but not that bad.

Tony began to laugh, too. "I guess I may have gone a bit overboard,' he chuckled, gazing at the burnt wreck in front of them.

Some ash skittered along the tiles. "You think?"

"Fine. I definitely went overboard," Tony admitted. "But you cheated!"

Steve snorted again, moving in closer to the armor. "Faceplate?" He looked Tony square in the eyes. "Stop it with all these challenges, can we just be friends?" he asked, laying all the cards on the table.

"Be warned, I have a temper," Tony said dryly.

"Don't we all?"

"Point. And yeah, I guess we can be friends as soon as I win our rematch."

"I doubt that Clint or Natasha are ever going to agree to anything again," Steve said, shaking his head at the mess.

"Eh. You know what, Steve, they can rot. As long as I have you and your chef skills by my side, we'll make a good team."

"If you say so. Shellhead." He knocked on the helmet's armored exterior.

"Hey, don't bang on my head!" Tony said, backing away.

"Just trying to see if it's full of air," Steve said innocently.

"Well, don't, that's rude, and my brain is very valuable, it's banned concussions and angry supersoldiers," Tony continued, walking back towards the elevator.

Steve took one last look at the wrecked kitchen, knowing it could wait for later. He walked after Tony, still bickering as they left their last real challenge behind.

Steve and Tony have been together on and off for years (defrosted Steve in the 2000's?) when Obie finally makes his move and has Tony abducted in Afghanistan. Steve is the one to find him in the desert. (Tony still makes the suit, because of course, but ya know that scene with Rhodey, but it's Steve, and there's kisses 🥺

It would be practically a state secret for either of them, Steve because he's Cap and that doesn't bode well with the US propaganda machine he served back before the ice, Tony because being openly trans wouldn't be good publicity for SI. Either way, once everyone starts living in the Tower and getting more at ease with each other, they come out, either to the whole team or to each other. Support and love!

It's time for the grand finale of the Avengers Baking Contest, Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers, the wits of the grand Iron Man or the strategy of the great Captain America.
Either AU or bored Avengers goofing around the kitchen. Popcorn popping for everyone else, take a seat, superheroes are about to get Jelly-Gay.

Here's fill for your prompt! Hope you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25254721

Tony just fell off the wormhole, but the enemies are down, the others can take care of the mess, Steve's got some caretaking to do, and for once it seems Tony's not going to fight him on it.

The tower is silent, save for a clattering noise in the kitchen that leads Tony there before he can even realize that's where he's going. There's a look in Steve's eyes then, past the surprise and the fatigue, a look of appreciation Tony's sure he's seen directed at him before but never this clearly.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24491422

probably a little more feelings than was intended, but this is what happened.

Re: NSFW Prompt: Insomniacs find each other at night (NSFW fill)

alexcat - 2020-06-05 20:38 (UTC) - Expand

That's it, that's the prompt. What do they say? Is it true? Is it a complete lie and Steve and Tony are embarrassed by it? Do they even care? Your call :)

I wrote a fill for this here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25206760

Title: The Chase
Rating: T
Warnings: None

Summary: After the Chitauri invasion, Tony and Pepper break up. Steve tries to be a good teammate and friend by taking him out for a night on the town to distract him from his sorrows. Unfortunately, paparazzi take several covert snaps of the freshly-single billionaire and his new man, causing the media to hound the couple when news of their ‘relationship’ breaks out. This culminates in a high-speed foot chase through New York City.

Reporters have no idea who he is, but Tony Stark’s newest boy toy sure is fast.

Tony gets sicker and sicker due to the Palladium, but instead of facing it alone, he has Steve to help him out - Steve undercover instead of Nat? Steve sent as Tony's handler without Tony's knowledge? Anyhing goes

What happens once the panel slides away and Steve and Natasha leave their guests?

They're stuck reliving the same day again and again

Window of Opportunity - Chapter 1
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24846973/chapters/60106453

Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.

It's nearly done and I'll be posting at least one or two chapters a week.

Steve and Tony are surprisingly drift compatible...

Tony, Steve and Thor met at a bar not knowing each other. It became sort of a regular thing until everyone got busy. And they met again when Avengers were called to assembled thanks to Loki.

Thor's also the reason why Steve and Tony finally got together and he's proud to be a third-wheel for them.

Tony brought Thor the Poptarts company and Steve thinks it's excessive but deep down he's in denial that he's actually jealous.

Well, a twist on the classic "Steve goes off on a roadtrip" post-Avengers. Instead, it's Tony that's going road tripping, industry-style - he has to check on his Stark Industry sites and reassure his overseas investore that he's fine. Steve tags along to see more of the world, and they get closer to each other with each location they visit.

Spy AU!! Steve is the dude on the left - why is Tony/Iron Man aiming at him and telling him and his friend (?) to get on the table? (and is that the identity porn tag I see?)

(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/65/3b/78653b187ac6b1e0e7e1c0f1c67cdd6e.jpg)

Steve and Natasha deserve a vacation, and the Avengers conspire together to send them on one. Unfortunately, they both have a good nose for trouble, and the vacation may not be as restful as they'd like.

Rhodey and Tony go off on an adventure, but they need someone with artistic knowledge to help - Pepper recommends Steve, who might look like a gust will blow him over, but has determination and talent in spades.

Of course, at some stage they get to a spot where there's one bed too few...

I give it a shot =D

Noir + bed sharing + artist Steve: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25232461

Edited 2020-07-13 00:50 (UTC)

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