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Fic - Captain America, Meet the iMac.
This was basically a product of wanting to write something where the Avengers sort of re-educate Steve on just what he missed while he was frozen. Which means education in movies, books, PowerPoint, and (in Tony's case) all sorts of fun things you can do without clothes. (Sorta told in a series of connecting vignettes.)
Title: Captain America, Meet the iMac
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, plus Jan, Hank, Peter, Logan, Thor (very briefly), MJ, Pepper and Nick Fury. The gang's all here!
Rating: R
Fandom: A combo of Movie!Verse and the Avengers... the line-up for the team I have here is based on what's happend in terms of Marvel movies released (Or what we know is going to be released).
Warnings: Swearing, suggestions of sex. Also, mentions of porn.
Word Count: ~ 6700
Disclaimer: No own, no profit. 'Tis all good.
The first time Steve Rogers comes face to face with Tony Stark, the younger man is standing on the steps to lobby of (just-finished) Stark Tower. He’s handsome in a disheveled, sort of chiseled way. The cold New York wind is whipping his hair around, playing with the hem of his heavy coat. Everything on Stark looks expensive and perfectly tailored, and he’s got his hands in his pockets. His goatee is a little too perfect, a bit too eerily flawless. When Steve gets closer, he’ll notice that Stark’s eyes are the same way; a piercing blue that’s stared down Fortune 500 CEOs and world leaders alike.
His assistant is standing next to him on the steps, a tablet PC in her arms. She’s as well dressed as he is, and they’re both in all black. It matches Stark, but contrasts in a crazy way with Ms. Potts’ red hair and pale skin. The large buttons on her pea coat are shiny and silver, and match the buckles on her strappy black stilettos. He can just make out that the soles of the heels are red. It’s the only color in either one of their outfits, and it makes Steve feel like he’s attending a funeral – it might as well be his own, but he’s coming out of the ground, instead of going back in.
Neither of them betray any emotion in their faces or postures, the picture of professionalism. When he walks up to them, Stark offers a leather gloved hand and cracks a grin.
“Captain America, it’s a pleasure, more than, to finally meet you.”
Steve takes the hand, shakes it, shakes Ms. Potts’ hand, makes pleasantries and suggests they go in, out of the cold. While it didn’t matter much physically, the cold was messing with Steve’s head, and Stark and his assistant looked rather cold.
He’ll be told later that they just arrived from California, in fact. It’s odd for Steve to think about, he’s never even been to California.
---
The second time is the next day, at a SHIELD debriefing. They’re all gathered around the conference table in the main conference room on the 45th floor of Stark Tower, which is temporary headquarters while the Helicarrier is finished. All of the (newly formed) Avengers – Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, Janet van Dyne, Peter Parker, Wolverine and Thor – are there. And of course, himself and Stark.
Directory Fury sounds rather angry. Steve has now met him three times, and each time he seemed abrasive. He’s talking quickly, words chopped and edged. He knows they haven’t had the time to work together, is saying something about this being the ‘worst goddamn time for a fucking test run in the history of the Earth’ and that he wants ‘these motherfucking terrorists neutralized without significant property damage or casualties’.
Steve’s paying more attention to Stark. Well, to the armor, really. He’s never seen anything like it, only been back around for a few weeks, and all this new technology is crazy. But the suit is another story, sleek and streamlined, red and gold, hard, cold and fast. In his original debriefing about the Avenger Initiative, he was told that Stark had built a prototype in a cave in Afghanistan while being held captive; this had come a few versions later. He’s amazed at the man’s intellect.
“So, are you just gonna bitch at us, or are you actually going to cut us loose to go get the bad guys?” Stark is grinning at Fury.
“Shut up Malibu, before I throw you out the fucking window. I give the goddamn orders around here.” Fury smacks a hand on the table, gets up, glowers at everyone in the room. No one seems very impressed. “Ok, fine. Get the hell out there and go kick ass.” He gestures vaguely out the window. Banner looks like he’s getting sick, Janet looks rather lost, and Dr. Pym looks like a kid at Christmas. Stark, the one who’s done this, the one who’s fought before, gotten injured before, just snaps his faceplate down.
“Sweet.” He pronounces happily, but the voice that issues from the suit is metallic and unsettling.
“Let’s go get some terrorists!” Dr. Pym is all too happy about this. Steve just hefts the shield a bit further up on his back. It’s a comforting weight, he’d never go anywhere near a battle without it. He’s glad he got it back.
Stark presses something on the armor’s left arm panel and the window, never mind the fact that they’re 45 stories up, slides open. Fury looks pissed off at this. Peter just pulls the cowl of his costume over his head and leaps out the window, spread eagle, with a hoop and a holler. Thor follows him, and so does Stark. This is when Steve finds out that there are jet boots in the armor.
Wolverine just mutters, “I’m takin’ the damn stairs.”
Even if some things (like Stark) are way too advanced to wrap his head around, at least Steve has the shield to fall back on.
---
He sees Stark that night, when they all (well, except Wolverine and Thor) go out to the movies. Mary Jane, Peter’s wife, comes along, and Steve enjoys her company, she’s smart and funny.
The movies are not like what Steve expected. They’re in color, incredibly clear, well-filmed and, in this particular movie, he learns that computers are good for more than one thing, because they can evidently create CGI, which Stark eagerly explains to him, with interjections from Peter.
There’s a whole lot of violence in movies, Steve realizes. Especially this one. And swearing. And, evidently, nudity and sex. He’s not sure if he particularly likes this movie. Janet promises to take him to a movie called Wall-E next, which he’s bound to like. He hopes so.
Hank tries to explain that it’s totally expected, especially in an Angelina Jolie movie. He then has to explain who Angelina Jolie is. Steve feels incredibly, incredibly out of place (and time).
“She’s a huge, huge movie star. And totally gorgeous, and every guy in America wants her. She’s great for the box office.” Hank is explaining this with great care and passion.
“She’s your modern day equivalent of Vivian Leigh, in other words.” Steve’s trying to equate this to things he knows.
Hank looks at him blankly. Peter is equally as confused, but Mary Jane comes to the rescue.
“You idiots, from Gone With the Wind! Have you seriously never seen that movie? It’s a classic!” Mary Jane is eyeing Peter in the manner a snake would eye prey. Steve’s pretty sure Peter isn’t living another day until he’s gone home and watched the movie in question with Mary Jane.
“Yeah Steve, like Leigh.” Janet smiles. “Only way more willing to go topless in a movie.”
Times sure have changed. Steve didn’t think things like that happened outside the army.
---
Steve gets into a debacle with Tony’s coffee maker one morning, because, as he’s discovered, it talks.
Evidently when he walks into the kitchen and asks if anyone wanted him to make coffee, the machine thinks that means it’s supposed to start shooting out overly complicated espressos.
This ends badly, and Steve ends up with a burned hand.
He stays away from the microwave, because that talks too.
---
“I heard you liked Tolkien.” Stark is offering him a large, leather bound tome with intricate gold work on the front cover.
“I read the Hobbit, what’s this?” Steve takes the book. They’re in the penthouse of Stark Tower, which has been turned into the base of operations for the Avengers.
“The Lord of the Rings.” Stark explains. “It’s the sequel. They made movies too. The one of the Hobbit is absolute shit, because it’s this animated thing from the 70’s, but I’ll get a copy of it if you want. The Lord of the Rings though, those movies are awesome. I have ‘em on DVD here.”
Steve knows he looks lost. Again.
“I’ll explain the DVD thing later, just rest assured it is decidedly cool.” Stark brushes off Steve’s cluelessness. Steve’s beginning to like Stark; he seems to actually care about Steve just as Steve, not Captain America. He assumes this has something to do with the fact that Iron Man’s alter ego isn’t exactly the easiest mantel to bear, a bit like his own. While Captain America means more to this country than Iron Man does as a symbol, Steve knows Tony Stark carries a whole lot more power in America than Steve Rogers does.
“Also, computer lessons tonight, down in my workshop. Today you’re learning the finer points of PowerPoint.” Tony crosses his arms, as if daring Steve to even think about objecting to PowerPoint. Steve figures that if he’s managed to learn to turn a computer on, that’s a big accomplishment, so PowerPoint shouldn’t be too much work, right?
“I’ll be there.” Steve promises with a smile.
Boy, was he wrong about PowerPoint.
---
Steve’s been thawed for six months, and he can honestly say he’s adjusting pretty well for someone who was last aware of the world in 1945. He’s taken to chatting with Pepper over coffee in the morning, they bond over their matched exasperation and chagrin at various activities Tony has embroiled himself in. Pepper was hoping the arc reactor would have slowed down Tony’s conquests, it hasn’t; Steve wishes he’d spent less time in the workshop and actually get sleep so he can function on missions, he doesn’t.
“I finally gave in last night.” Steve sighs as he sits down with two mugs of coffee at the table in the kitchen in the penthouse. He slides one to Pepper, she catches it with deft practice, and looks up from where she’s been proofreading a memo to the board of SI.
Pepper looks confused.
“Tony didn’t seduce you, did he?” She sounds rather worried, and Steve blushes, shaking his head. He knows that Tony could care less what gender someone is as long as they are exceptionally good looking and exceptionally good in bed, but he’s not planning on ending up on Tony’s list of one-night stands.
“No, this did.” Steve takes a very sleek StarkPhone out of his pocket. He’s gotten very good at using computers over the last few months (mostly because of Tony) but he’s not quite sure why he needs a miniature one in his pocket. However, Tony modified this one so it came with a stylus and a drawing program, which was all Steve needed to seal the deal. Although he’s still kind of iffy on answering calls. Luckily, no one has his number (except Tony).
“Wow.” Pepper seems genuinely impressed. “I never thought you’d finally get a phone. What’s your number?” She produces a PDA from her bag that looks like it could take over the world, and Steve gives her the number for his phone.
Well, now he’s really got to figure out how to answer calls, because he enjoys talking to Pepper. She’s like free therapy.
---
“This is porn?” Steve is staring at the screen with a horrified expression. Porn in the 40’s meant pinups that you saw on the inside of fighter jet cockpits, and the magazines that got delivered with letters from family, the kind of stuff where anything of any real interest was well hidden.
This however? This was just disturbing and revolting on four different levels, at least.
“Oh yeah. Gross, right?” Peter is grinning. Logan looks like he’s trying to decide if this is good or just boring.
“But, that’s a bear. They’re having sex on a bear they just shot.” Steve sounds totally and utterly flabbergasted.
“Yep.” Peter is way too amused for this situation, Steve thinks. “Wait until we show you the one with the dildo the size of a horse’s penis.”
---
The first time Steve Rogers kisses Tony Stark, it’s a year after the Avengers are formed, and they really sort of meet in the middle, so it’s unclear who kisses who.
They’re sitting on the couch in the living room watching The Daily Show when it happens. Tony plops down on the couch next to him with a Coke and offers it to Steve, who takes it and drinks the last little bit before putting the empty can on the side table. Tony snorts in laughter at something Jon Stewart says, and leans back, arms spread over the back of the couch.
Steve watches him out of the corner of his eye. His original impression of Tony, that he was handsome in an odd way, hasn’t really changed. Tony’s hair is floppy, sort of all over his forehead and down over his ears, he’s got 5-o’clock shadow going on, on top of the goatee, and he’s wearing a warn, long sleeved sweater and a pair of jeans. He looks accessible, normal, like this. Tony seems to be just as at home in a tux as he is in a pair of ratty jeans and t-shirt, but Steve likes him better when he looks more relaxed. Doesn’t mind him in the armor either, all that power.
Tony looks over at him, smiles in a sort of sly way that should probably tip Steve off to something, but Steve just smiles right back.
He doesn’t know who moves first, or why this feels right, or why he’s even doing it, but it’s surprisingly normal and nice in terms of first kisses, no awkwardness of trying to adjust to someone else’s mouth. He guesses that’s Tony’s doing, because he’s kissed way more than his share of people in his lifetime.
Either way, it’s nice, and they don’t stop until Tony’s in Steve’s lap, Jon Stewart forgotten. In fact, the only reason they stop is because Pepper clears her throat from somewhere behind him, and Steve’s blushing into his hairline.
“Tony, you left these at the office.” Pepper says, drops a folder of papers on the coffee table.
“Hey, thanks Potts.” Tony grins at her, from where he’s got his neck craned around to see her. Nothing else has moved on him, which means he’s still got one hand in Steve’s hair and other on a patch of skin between the top of Steve’s jeans and the hiked-up hem of his shirt.
Steve knows coffee with Pepper tomorrow is going to be all sorts of interesting.
---
“Well,” Pepper says the next morning, “You lasted longer than most. He slept with Jan the week he met her, and he got me about three months after I started working for him.”
Steve sputters a bit over his coffee.
“You slept with Tony?” He knows his eyes are as big as dinner plates. Tony’s always flirting with Pepper, always has, as far as he can tell, but Pepper’s never returned anything, never gone after it. Or so he thought.
“It was a bad choice on both of our parts. We figured it’d be good not to do it again. Professionalism is worth it.” Pepper says simply, taking a sip of her coffee and checking her Blackberry. “But if you do go there, it’s worth it.”
Steve groans and lets his head loll back, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He knows he’s blushing again.
---
He does in fact ‘go there’, a few weeks (and a lot of interesting situations involving Tony’s mouth and hands) later. It’s during The Daily Show again, although this time they move it to bedroom.
Steve’s never had sex with a guy, and most certainly never with anyone like Tony. He lives up to his reputation, and then some. Pepper was right.
Steve realizes this is a teaching exercise too, in a way. He has no idea what he’s doing, but Tony does, and he supposes it helps that Tony can hold his own against Steve, because he’s deceptively strong.
He is also, Steve admits later when they’re curled up in bed together, very good looking. The rugged handsome goes just about everywhere on Tony’s body, even the glowing reactor, somehow. It’s everything Steve should hate: technology.
But in addition to being seduced by Tony Stark, Steve Rogers has also been seduced by technology. Steve thinks they may be one in the same.
---
By the time this has been going on for a month, Steve knows what he’s doing, and Tony sure as hell likes that. He’s also discovered that Tony is incredibly loud in bed, although the fact that the walls are soundproof help calm Steve’s nerves a little bit.
Still, when Tony starts moaning and yelling and swearing up a storm and begging, pleading, for Steve to do that again, or don’t stop, or more, please more, he can’t help but worry that someone is going to hear them. Then again, everyone is out to dinner, except Pepper, and they’ve already been caught by Pepper one time too many for Steve’s taste, so at this point it’s all gravy. She’s really quite understanding about it.
Steve’s also learned that he’s gone from a notch on the bedpost to something a bit more, and he’s not sure when that happened, or how Tony even let that happen (he’s got a reputation to maintain). But oddly, he doesn’t mind it. He likes having someone to curl up with at night and watch TV, someone to make moan and yell on tables in the workshop, someone to sleep spooned up to, the sheets in tangles.
Steve Rogers couldn’t tell you exactly when he fell in love with Tony Stark, but he knows that’s not important, as long as Tony knows it. And Tony does, and, even better, happens to love him back.
He’d say he’s fared pretty well in the modern age.
Also, I have a question. I usually beta my own stuff, or hand my computer to a friend to read whatever I've written, but I just wrote this stupidly long one-shot that I don't trust myself to edit. So I was wondering if someone who has beta'd before would be willing to? (When I say it's long, it's 14 pages in MS word, single spaced, about 6600 words. It's also NC-17, although the porn is way too short for a story that length and full of metaphors and character development, haha. It's also on the serious side.)
Title: Captain America, Meet the iMac
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, plus Jan, Hank, Peter, Logan, Thor (very briefly), MJ, Pepper and Nick Fury. The gang's all here!
Rating: R
Fandom: A combo of Movie!Verse and the Avengers... the line-up for the team I have here is based on what's happend in terms of Marvel movies released (Or what we know is going to be released).
Warnings: Swearing, suggestions of sex. Also, mentions of porn.
Word Count: ~ 6700
Disclaimer: No own, no profit. 'Tis all good.
The first time Steve Rogers comes face to face with Tony Stark, the younger man is standing on the steps to lobby of (just-finished) Stark Tower. He’s handsome in a disheveled, sort of chiseled way. The cold New York wind is whipping his hair around, playing with the hem of his heavy coat. Everything on Stark looks expensive and perfectly tailored, and he’s got his hands in his pockets. His goatee is a little too perfect, a bit too eerily flawless. When Steve gets closer, he’ll notice that Stark’s eyes are the same way; a piercing blue that’s stared down Fortune 500 CEOs and world leaders alike.
His assistant is standing next to him on the steps, a tablet PC in her arms. She’s as well dressed as he is, and they’re both in all black. It matches Stark, but contrasts in a crazy way with Ms. Potts’ red hair and pale skin. The large buttons on her pea coat are shiny and silver, and match the buckles on her strappy black stilettos. He can just make out that the soles of the heels are red. It’s the only color in either one of their outfits, and it makes Steve feel like he’s attending a funeral – it might as well be his own, but he’s coming out of the ground, instead of going back in.
Neither of them betray any emotion in their faces or postures, the picture of professionalism. When he walks up to them, Stark offers a leather gloved hand and cracks a grin.
“Captain America, it’s a pleasure, more than, to finally meet you.”
Steve takes the hand, shakes it, shakes Ms. Potts’ hand, makes pleasantries and suggests they go in, out of the cold. While it didn’t matter much physically, the cold was messing with Steve’s head, and Stark and his assistant looked rather cold.
He’ll be told later that they just arrived from California, in fact. It’s odd for Steve to think about, he’s never even been to California.
---
The second time is the next day, at a SHIELD debriefing. They’re all gathered around the conference table in the main conference room on the 45th floor of Stark Tower, which is temporary headquarters while the Helicarrier is finished. All of the (newly formed) Avengers – Bruce Banner, Hank Pym, Janet van Dyne, Peter Parker, Wolverine and Thor – are there. And of course, himself and Stark.
Directory Fury sounds rather angry. Steve has now met him three times, and each time he seemed abrasive. He’s talking quickly, words chopped and edged. He knows they haven’t had the time to work together, is saying something about this being the ‘worst goddamn time for a fucking test run in the history of the Earth’ and that he wants ‘these motherfucking terrorists neutralized without significant property damage or casualties’.
Steve’s paying more attention to Stark. Well, to the armor, really. He’s never seen anything like it, only been back around for a few weeks, and all this new technology is crazy. But the suit is another story, sleek and streamlined, red and gold, hard, cold and fast. In his original debriefing about the Avenger Initiative, he was told that Stark had built a prototype in a cave in Afghanistan while being held captive; this had come a few versions later. He’s amazed at the man’s intellect.
“So, are you just gonna bitch at us, or are you actually going to cut us loose to go get the bad guys?” Stark is grinning at Fury.
“Shut up Malibu, before I throw you out the fucking window. I give the goddamn orders around here.” Fury smacks a hand on the table, gets up, glowers at everyone in the room. No one seems very impressed. “Ok, fine. Get the hell out there and go kick ass.” He gestures vaguely out the window. Banner looks like he’s getting sick, Janet looks rather lost, and Dr. Pym looks like a kid at Christmas. Stark, the one who’s done this, the one who’s fought before, gotten injured before, just snaps his faceplate down.
“Sweet.” He pronounces happily, but the voice that issues from the suit is metallic and unsettling.
“Let’s go get some terrorists!” Dr. Pym is all too happy about this. Steve just hefts the shield a bit further up on his back. It’s a comforting weight, he’d never go anywhere near a battle without it. He’s glad he got it back.
Stark presses something on the armor’s left arm panel and the window, never mind the fact that they’re 45 stories up, slides open. Fury looks pissed off at this. Peter just pulls the cowl of his costume over his head and leaps out the window, spread eagle, with a hoop and a holler. Thor follows him, and so does Stark. This is when Steve finds out that there are jet boots in the armor.
Wolverine just mutters, “I’m takin’ the damn stairs.”
Even if some things (like Stark) are way too advanced to wrap his head around, at least Steve has the shield to fall back on.
---
He sees Stark that night, when they all (well, except Wolverine and Thor) go out to the movies. Mary Jane, Peter’s wife, comes along, and Steve enjoys her company, she’s smart and funny.
The movies are not like what Steve expected. They’re in color, incredibly clear, well-filmed and, in this particular movie, he learns that computers are good for more than one thing, because they can evidently create CGI, which Stark eagerly explains to him, with interjections from Peter.
There’s a whole lot of violence in movies, Steve realizes. Especially this one. And swearing. And, evidently, nudity and sex. He’s not sure if he particularly likes this movie. Janet promises to take him to a movie called Wall-E next, which he’s bound to like. He hopes so.
Hank tries to explain that it’s totally expected, especially in an Angelina Jolie movie. He then has to explain who Angelina Jolie is. Steve feels incredibly, incredibly out of place (and time).
“She’s a huge, huge movie star. And totally gorgeous, and every guy in America wants her. She’s great for the box office.” Hank is explaining this with great care and passion.
“She’s your modern day equivalent of Vivian Leigh, in other words.” Steve’s trying to equate this to things he knows.
Hank looks at him blankly. Peter is equally as confused, but Mary Jane comes to the rescue.
“You idiots, from Gone With the Wind! Have you seriously never seen that movie? It’s a classic!” Mary Jane is eyeing Peter in the manner a snake would eye prey. Steve’s pretty sure Peter isn’t living another day until he’s gone home and watched the movie in question with Mary Jane.
“Yeah Steve, like Leigh.” Janet smiles. “Only way more willing to go topless in a movie.”
Times sure have changed. Steve didn’t think things like that happened outside the army.
---
Steve gets into a debacle with Tony’s coffee maker one morning, because, as he’s discovered, it talks.
Evidently when he walks into the kitchen and asks if anyone wanted him to make coffee, the machine thinks that means it’s supposed to start shooting out overly complicated espressos.
This ends badly, and Steve ends up with a burned hand.
He stays away from the microwave, because that talks too.
---
“I heard you liked Tolkien.” Stark is offering him a large, leather bound tome with intricate gold work on the front cover.
“I read the Hobbit, what’s this?” Steve takes the book. They’re in the penthouse of Stark Tower, which has been turned into the base of operations for the Avengers.
“The Lord of the Rings.” Stark explains. “It’s the sequel. They made movies too. The one of the Hobbit is absolute shit, because it’s this animated thing from the 70’s, but I’ll get a copy of it if you want. The Lord of the Rings though, those movies are awesome. I have ‘em on DVD here.”
Steve knows he looks lost. Again.
“I’ll explain the DVD thing later, just rest assured it is decidedly cool.” Stark brushes off Steve’s cluelessness. Steve’s beginning to like Stark; he seems to actually care about Steve just as Steve, not Captain America. He assumes this has something to do with the fact that Iron Man’s alter ego isn’t exactly the easiest mantel to bear, a bit like his own. While Captain America means more to this country than Iron Man does as a symbol, Steve knows Tony Stark carries a whole lot more power in America than Steve Rogers does.
“Also, computer lessons tonight, down in my workshop. Today you’re learning the finer points of PowerPoint.” Tony crosses his arms, as if daring Steve to even think about objecting to PowerPoint. Steve figures that if he’s managed to learn to turn a computer on, that’s a big accomplishment, so PowerPoint shouldn’t be too much work, right?
“I’ll be there.” Steve promises with a smile.
Boy, was he wrong about PowerPoint.
---
Steve’s been thawed for six months, and he can honestly say he’s adjusting pretty well for someone who was last aware of the world in 1945. He’s taken to chatting with Pepper over coffee in the morning, they bond over their matched exasperation and chagrin at various activities Tony has embroiled himself in. Pepper was hoping the arc reactor would have slowed down Tony’s conquests, it hasn’t; Steve wishes he’d spent less time in the workshop and actually get sleep so he can function on missions, he doesn’t.
“I finally gave in last night.” Steve sighs as he sits down with two mugs of coffee at the table in the kitchen in the penthouse. He slides one to Pepper, she catches it with deft practice, and looks up from where she’s been proofreading a memo to the board of SI.
Pepper looks confused.
“Tony didn’t seduce you, did he?” She sounds rather worried, and Steve blushes, shaking his head. He knows that Tony could care less what gender someone is as long as they are exceptionally good looking and exceptionally good in bed, but he’s not planning on ending up on Tony’s list of one-night stands.
“No, this did.” Steve takes a very sleek StarkPhone out of his pocket. He’s gotten very good at using computers over the last few months (mostly because of Tony) but he’s not quite sure why he needs a miniature one in his pocket. However, Tony modified this one so it came with a stylus and a drawing program, which was all Steve needed to seal the deal. Although he’s still kind of iffy on answering calls. Luckily, no one has his number (except Tony).
“Wow.” Pepper seems genuinely impressed. “I never thought you’d finally get a phone. What’s your number?” She produces a PDA from her bag that looks like it could take over the world, and Steve gives her the number for his phone.
Well, now he’s really got to figure out how to answer calls, because he enjoys talking to Pepper. She’s like free therapy.
---
“This is porn?” Steve is staring at the screen with a horrified expression. Porn in the 40’s meant pinups that you saw on the inside of fighter jet cockpits, and the magazines that got delivered with letters from family, the kind of stuff where anything of any real interest was well hidden.
This however? This was just disturbing and revolting on four different levels, at least.
“Oh yeah. Gross, right?” Peter is grinning. Logan looks like he’s trying to decide if this is good or just boring.
“But, that’s a bear. They’re having sex on a bear they just shot.” Steve sounds totally and utterly flabbergasted.
“Yep.” Peter is way too amused for this situation, Steve thinks. “Wait until we show you the one with the dildo the size of a horse’s penis.”
---
The first time Steve Rogers kisses Tony Stark, it’s a year after the Avengers are formed, and they really sort of meet in the middle, so it’s unclear who kisses who.
They’re sitting on the couch in the living room watching The Daily Show when it happens. Tony plops down on the couch next to him with a Coke and offers it to Steve, who takes it and drinks the last little bit before putting the empty can on the side table. Tony snorts in laughter at something Jon Stewart says, and leans back, arms spread over the back of the couch.
Steve watches him out of the corner of his eye. His original impression of Tony, that he was handsome in an odd way, hasn’t really changed. Tony’s hair is floppy, sort of all over his forehead and down over his ears, he’s got 5-o’clock shadow going on, on top of the goatee, and he’s wearing a warn, long sleeved sweater and a pair of jeans. He looks accessible, normal, like this. Tony seems to be just as at home in a tux as he is in a pair of ratty jeans and t-shirt, but Steve likes him better when he looks more relaxed. Doesn’t mind him in the armor either, all that power.
Tony looks over at him, smiles in a sort of sly way that should probably tip Steve off to something, but Steve just smiles right back.
He doesn’t know who moves first, or why this feels right, or why he’s even doing it, but it’s surprisingly normal and nice in terms of first kisses, no awkwardness of trying to adjust to someone else’s mouth. He guesses that’s Tony’s doing, because he’s kissed way more than his share of people in his lifetime.
Either way, it’s nice, and they don’t stop until Tony’s in Steve’s lap, Jon Stewart forgotten. In fact, the only reason they stop is because Pepper clears her throat from somewhere behind him, and Steve’s blushing into his hairline.
“Tony, you left these at the office.” Pepper says, drops a folder of papers on the coffee table.
“Hey, thanks Potts.” Tony grins at her, from where he’s got his neck craned around to see her. Nothing else has moved on him, which means he’s still got one hand in Steve’s hair and other on a patch of skin between the top of Steve’s jeans and the hiked-up hem of his shirt.
Steve knows coffee with Pepper tomorrow is going to be all sorts of interesting.
---
“Well,” Pepper says the next morning, “You lasted longer than most. He slept with Jan the week he met her, and he got me about three months after I started working for him.”
Steve sputters a bit over his coffee.
“You slept with Tony?” He knows his eyes are as big as dinner plates. Tony’s always flirting with Pepper, always has, as far as he can tell, but Pepper’s never returned anything, never gone after it. Or so he thought.
“It was a bad choice on both of our parts. We figured it’d be good not to do it again. Professionalism is worth it.” Pepper says simply, taking a sip of her coffee and checking her Blackberry. “But if you do go there, it’s worth it.”
Steve groans and lets his head loll back, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He knows he’s blushing again.
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He does in fact ‘go there’, a few weeks (and a lot of interesting situations involving Tony’s mouth and hands) later. It’s during The Daily Show again, although this time they move it to bedroom.
Steve’s never had sex with a guy, and most certainly never with anyone like Tony. He lives up to his reputation, and then some. Pepper was right.
Steve realizes this is a teaching exercise too, in a way. He has no idea what he’s doing, but Tony does, and he supposes it helps that Tony can hold his own against Steve, because he’s deceptively strong.
He is also, Steve admits later when they’re curled up in bed together, very good looking. The rugged handsome goes just about everywhere on Tony’s body, even the glowing reactor, somehow. It’s everything Steve should hate: technology.
But in addition to being seduced by Tony Stark, Steve Rogers has also been seduced by technology. Steve thinks they may be one in the same.
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By the time this has been going on for a month, Steve knows what he’s doing, and Tony sure as hell likes that. He’s also discovered that Tony is incredibly loud in bed, although the fact that the walls are soundproof help calm Steve’s nerves a little bit.
Still, when Tony starts moaning and yelling and swearing up a storm and begging, pleading, for Steve to do that again, or don’t stop, or more, please more, he can’t help but worry that someone is going to hear them. Then again, everyone is out to dinner, except Pepper, and they’ve already been caught by Pepper one time too many for Steve’s taste, so at this point it’s all gravy. She’s really quite understanding about it.
Steve’s also learned that he’s gone from a notch on the bedpost to something a bit more, and he’s not sure when that happened, or how Tony even let that happen (he’s got a reputation to maintain). But oddly, he doesn’t mind it. He likes having someone to curl up with at night and watch TV, someone to make moan and yell on tables in the workshop, someone to sleep spooned up to, the sheets in tangles.
Steve Rogers couldn’t tell you exactly when he fell in love with Tony Stark, but he knows that’s not important, as long as Tony knows it. And Tony does, and, even better, happens to love him back.
He’d say he’s fared pretty well in the modern age.
Also, I have a question. I usually beta my own stuff, or hand my computer to a friend to read whatever I've written, but I just wrote this stupidly long one-shot that I don't trust myself to edit. So I was wondering if someone who has beta'd before would be willing to? (When I say it's long, it's 14 pages in MS word, single spaced, about 6600 words. It's also NC-17, although the porn is way too short for a story that length and full of metaphors and character development, haha. It's also on the serious side.)