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The Courting of Tony Stark (PG|Tony/Steve)
Title: The Courting of Tony Stark
Rating: PG
Universe: 616 (sort of)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Word Count: 2115
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pandanoai
A/N: This would be the virgin(with men)!Tony fic, otherwise known as Tony doesn't know he and Steve are dating. This is also allcrimsonquills fault. I had a small bunny about virgin!Tony at BASCON and then she showed me this scan. It grew from there. So blame her. ^_^ This fic will be followed by The Romancing of Tony Stark and The Bedding of Tony Stark.
Summary: Tony told Steve to go and find himself a new life. Steve aims to take him up on that.
"Feeling sorry for yourself won't solve anything. If you try, just try to find yourself a new life. I know you'll work it out." Iron Man said as he turned to leave. "Think about it, Cap."
Iron Man's words cut deep, echoing over and over in Captain America's troubled mind long after the heavy clank of metal boots had faded away. He was alone with his thoughts, oblivious to the howling, rain-swept wind and the storm-forged thunder -- okay-- he wasn't so oblivious to the fact the rain was soaking through the leather of his uniform. In fact the rain was sort of annoying and Steve wasn't feeling nearly pathetic enough to stand in it feeling sorry for himself.
But he could do that inside.
Steve shivered and headed indoors, still mulling over Tony's words. A new life. Tony was right. He'd let himself get caught up in everything he'd lost. He'd let being Captain America be his only purpose in life. He had few friendships outside of Sam and some of the Avengers. He really wasn't sure what he'd do without Tony's constant support and friendship. Those had been constants since he'd been taken out of the ice.
He reached his room and started stripping off his wet things. Tony was a big part of his life. Both as Captain America and as Steve Rogers. In some ways, Tony was his life.
Steve ran his fingers through his hair, spreading some of the dampness that had seeped through the leather. Things would be so much easier if Tony was a girl, but he'd wished for things like that before in his youth. He remembered back to when he'd just been a starving artist and wishing he was dating Elliot. Not that Pat wasn't a sweet girl, but he always had felt guilt when Elliot invited her out with them just because he and Steve wanted to go out someplace.
He frowned to himself and took his uniform into the bathroom to dry --thank god for Howard Stark and most of the rooms being en suite. But why couldn't he ask Tony out? Times certainly had changed, and he was positive Tony had dated men in the past -- if the gossip was correct… Not that Steve paid much attention to things like that but sometimes you couldn't help but over hear things.
Tony certainly seemed to like him. Steve had noticed the way Tony would touch him and how he often sought Steve out. Tony often spent more time with him than any of the other Avengers. Tony had more in common with people like Hank Pym but he always had time for Steve. No matter what was going on. If Steve needed him Tony was there, even before Steve had known Iron Man and Tony Stark was the same person.
Steve had thought about kissing Tony before. Sometimes when he had Tony pinned during hand to hand combat lessons he thought about just leaning down and kissing him. He often imagined how Tony would freeze for a moment as if he couldn't believe it. Then his mouth would open under Steve's and they'd melt into each other -- and Steve wanted to know what the chest plate felt like skin to skin… But he would always flush and pull away before he could go through with it in real life. But now -- now he wasn't going to hesitate anymore.
And he was going to do this right. Tony had too many people in his life that just wanted him for his money or for his body. If Steve was going to do this, he was going to do this correctly. It might be considered a little old fashioned, but Steve was determined that he was going to court Tony properly.
Steve smiled and decided that tomorrow he would ask Tony to dinner. He didn't think it would be too hard for Tony to understand that Steve was interested in him.
***
Tony wasn't sure what had been going through Steve’s head lately. Steve had seemed oddly desperate for his company, or maybe he was just lonely. Tony wasn't sure. If Steve wasn't asking Tony to join him to dinner, there was a ballgame or art show Steve was inviting him along to.
He'd told Steve to go out and find a new life for himself, but he wasn't sure how Steve would do that spending all his time with Tony. Steve had asked him to dinner again that night and Tony, despite his resolve to say no, when faced with an evening alone had said yes.
That was why he found himself leaving one of Steve's favorite diners, with Steve's gloved hand resting on the small of his back as if to guide him through the door. Something inside of him felt oddly warm at the contact.
Snow had just begun to fall as they stepped out into the cold November air. Tony tried to remember if this was the first snow of the year. Steve's hand was still resting on his back, and Tony had to resist leaning into it.
"The theatre around the corner is showing some old Christmas movies," Steve told him, smiling almost shyly. "I think they might be playing Holiday Inn, if you'd like to go see."
Holiday Inn had always been one of Tony's favorite Christmas movies despite the fact that it wasn't just a Christmas movie. He had some very fond memories of watching it with his parents. Maria Stark would always smile and reminded his father how he took her to see the premier. It was one of the glimmers in his parents' relationship that made him think that they really did love each other. Tony couldn't remember if he'd told Steve this, but Steve seemed to know just the same.
"I'm sure you have better things to do, Steve," Tony told him, but didn't protest as Steve took his elbow.
Steve gave him one of his heart stopping smiles. "I know it's one of your favorites, and you've always sat through all the movies I wanted to see."
"You have good taste in movies," Tony protested.
"Sam says I have corny tastes in movies." Steve laughed.
Tony grinned in return. "Corny can be good."
Steve looked affronted, before grinning. "You're the one that introduced me to Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica."
"One of those isn't a movie," Tony pointed out as they walked towards the theater. He stuffed his hands under his arms wishing he'd remembered his gloves.
"Hands cold?" Steve asked.
Tony nodded and almost yelped when Steve stopped and pulled Tony's hands into his. Steve rubbed his glove covered hands over Tony's -- the leather slightly warm -- then brought them to his mouth, blowing warm air over Tony's half frozen fingers. Tony found himself oddly breathless. He hadn't felt this nervous since his first girlfriend at MIT.
"Better? You should remember your gloves next time. Pepper would kill me if you got frostbite." Steve said in a teasing tone.
Tony wetted his suddenly dry lips and nodded. Why was Steve acting like this? Then it hit him. Steve felt sorry for him. Steve was worried about him. Did he think Tony was drinking again? Had Pepper told him she thought Tony was spending too much time alone lately?
"Steve --" Tony said and pulled his hands from Steve's. "You don't have to do this."
Steve looked honestly confused. "Your hands were cold --"
Tony shook his head. "That's not what I meant. You don't have to do this," He gestured his hand as if to encompass all the dinners, movies, and everything else they had done together. "I don't need -- I don't want your pity, Steve. When I told you to find a new life, I didn't mean for you to waste it on me. You should be finding a girl you like, doing things you want to do… not wasting time on me."
***
Steve almost gritted his teeth in frustration as Tony spoke. Tony didn't get it. He'd thought after weeks of dinners and outings, and all of Steve's constant little touches that Tony would get it. Did he think because Steve was from the past that he wouldn’t want Tony? That the only reason he could want to spend so much time with Tony was out of pity?
"Tony, I like spending time with you. I like having dinner with you," Steve told him earnestly. "I like you."
Tony looked almost sad, his breath ghosting up between them in the cold air. "And I like you as well, Steve. You're -- well you're my best friend."
Steve sighed and shook his head. He reached out and cupped Tony's face, feeling the roughness of the goatee against his palms. "No, Tony. I like you." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Tony's. "I really like you." He told him when he pulled away, flushing slightly at kissing Tony in the street like this.
Tony's eyes went wide, and Steve watched, waiting for realization to dawn in those steel blue eyes. Tony couldn't misunderstand him now.
"Steve."
Steve stroked Tony's cheek bones. "I couldn't imagine building a life without you in it. Your friendship has been important to me, and I - I want more."
Tony inhaled sharply and stepped backwards. Steve's heart sank as he let his hands drop away. "I -- are you saying we've been dating?"
"I thought we had been. I thought you knew what I was asking," Steve told him. "I mean you've done this... In my time you really couldn't just ask a man you fancied out, but -- you've done this sort of thing before."
"No, I haven't," Tony almost sounded hurt. Maybe angry. "I never even considered it. I -- god Steve, I didn't mean to lead you along."
Steve watched as Tony chewed on his bottom lip. He'd been so sure, and he'd wanted this thing with Tony so much. "You didn't." Steve assured him, even though he wanted to yell at Tony that he had. How was Steve supposed to interpret all of Tony's actions?
Tony looked away from Steve. "I never thought about it -- but you are my best friend. We're still friends right?" Tony looked back at Steve, his brow was wrinkled and he looked slightly desperate.
"Tony, of course. This doesn't -- this changes nothing about our friendship," Steve lied. It hurt but he could live with it, he couldn't live with ruining his and Tony's friendship.
He watched Tony set his jaw and take a step towards Steve. "And I've liked our dates."
Steve wasn’t sure if Tony was talking to him or to himself. He forced himself to stay still as Tony brought a hand up to touch Steve's face.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Tony leaned up and brushed his lips almost bashfully against Steve's. It seemed unbelievable that Tony Stark, the consummate seducer, could be so shy. It would’ve been so easy to lean into the kiss, to wrap his arm around Tony's waist and pull him closer, but Steve knew he couldn't.
"You don't have to do this to keep me as a friend." Steve told him softly. He slid his hand up Tony's arm and covered Tony's hand with his own.
Tony wet his lips and Steve resisted the urge to kiss him. God, he wanted Tony so damn much. "I think I can do this." Tony's voice was soft, almost fragile.
"You don't have --" Steve started, but Tony cut him off with another press of his lips.
"I think I have to," Tony told him, smiling just a little. "You're my best friend, my team mate, I trust you with my life. I've enjoyed and looked forward to all of our --dates. I just -- “he paused and blushed, something Steve never thought possible.
Steve rubbed his thumb over the back of Tony's bare hand, the leather dragging slightly against Tony's skin. "You've never done this before with a man." He smiled down at Tony. "We'll take things as slow as you want, but you don't have to do this. This isn't something you can make yourself feel."
Tony had an odd look in his eyes as he turned his hand in Steve's, twining their fingers together. Steve was surprised to see another flush go across Tony's cheeks. "Is that movie offer still valid?"
Steve nodded. "It is." His heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest. He could do this. He could take things slow and easy for Tony.
Tony smiled up at him again. "Then I think I want to take you up on it."
Steve couldn't help but grin as they set off again towards the movie theater, Tony's hand clasping his.
Rating: PG
Universe: 616 (sort of)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Word Count: 2115
Beta:
pandanoaiA/N: This would be the virgin(with men)!Tony fic, otherwise known as Tony doesn't know he and Steve are dating. This is also all
crimsonquills fault. I had a small bunny about virgin!Tony at BASCON and then she showed me this scan. It grew from there. So blame her. ^_^ This fic will be followed by The Romancing of Tony Stark and The Bedding of Tony Stark. 
Summary: Tony told Steve to go and find himself a new life. Steve aims to take him up on that.
"Feeling sorry for yourself won't solve anything. If you try, just try to find yourself a new life. I know you'll work it out." Iron Man said as he turned to leave. "Think about it, Cap."
Iron Man's words cut deep, echoing over and over in Captain America's troubled mind long after the heavy clank of metal boots had faded away. He was alone with his thoughts, oblivious to the howling, rain-swept wind and the storm-forged thunder -- okay-- he wasn't so oblivious to the fact the rain was soaking through the leather of his uniform. In fact the rain was sort of annoying and Steve wasn't feeling nearly pathetic enough to stand in it feeling sorry for himself.
But he could do that inside.
Steve shivered and headed indoors, still mulling over Tony's words. A new life. Tony was right. He'd let himself get caught up in everything he'd lost. He'd let being Captain America be his only purpose in life. He had few friendships outside of Sam and some of the Avengers. He really wasn't sure what he'd do without Tony's constant support and friendship. Those had been constants since he'd been taken out of the ice.
He reached his room and started stripping off his wet things. Tony was a big part of his life. Both as Captain America and as Steve Rogers. In some ways, Tony was his life.
Steve ran his fingers through his hair, spreading some of the dampness that had seeped through the leather. Things would be so much easier if Tony was a girl, but he'd wished for things like that before in his youth. He remembered back to when he'd just been a starving artist and wishing he was dating Elliot. Not that Pat wasn't a sweet girl, but he always had felt guilt when Elliot invited her out with them just because he and Steve wanted to go out someplace.
He frowned to himself and took his uniform into the bathroom to dry --thank god for Howard Stark and most of the rooms being en suite. But why couldn't he ask Tony out? Times certainly had changed, and he was positive Tony had dated men in the past -- if the gossip was correct… Not that Steve paid much attention to things like that but sometimes you couldn't help but over hear things.
Tony certainly seemed to like him. Steve had noticed the way Tony would touch him and how he often sought Steve out. Tony often spent more time with him than any of the other Avengers. Tony had more in common with people like Hank Pym but he always had time for Steve. No matter what was going on. If Steve needed him Tony was there, even before Steve had known Iron Man and Tony Stark was the same person.
Steve had thought about kissing Tony before. Sometimes when he had Tony pinned during hand to hand combat lessons he thought about just leaning down and kissing him. He often imagined how Tony would freeze for a moment as if he couldn't believe it. Then his mouth would open under Steve's and they'd melt into each other -- and Steve wanted to know what the chest plate felt like skin to skin… But he would always flush and pull away before he could go through with it in real life. But now -- now he wasn't going to hesitate anymore.
And he was going to do this right. Tony had too many people in his life that just wanted him for his money or for his body. If Steve was going to do this, he was going to do this correctly. It might be considered a little old fashioned, but Steve was determined that he was going to court Tony properly.
Steve smiled and decided that tomorrow he would ask Tony to dinner. He didn't think it would be too hard for Tony to understand that Steve was interested in him.
Tony wasn't sure what had been going through Steve’s head lately. Steve had seemed oddly desperate for his company, or maybe he was just lonely. Tony wasn't sure. If Steve wasn't asking Tony to join him to dinner, there was a ballgame or art show Steve was inviting him along to.
He'd told Steve to go out and find a new life for himself, but he wasn't sure how Steve would do that spending all his time with Tony. Steve had asked him to dinner again that night and Tony, despite his resolve to say no, when faced with an evening alone had said yes.
That was why he found himself leaving one of Steve's favorite diners, with Steve's gloved hand resting on the small of his back as if to guide him through the door. Something inside of him felt oddly warm at the contact.
Snow had just begun to fall as they stepped out into the cold November air. Tony tried to remember if this was the first snow of the year. Steve's hand was still resting on his back, and Tony had to resist leaning into it.
"The theatre around the corner is showing some old Christmas movies," Steve told him, smiling almost shyly. "I think they might be playing Holiday Inn, if you'd like to go see."
Holiday Inn had always been one of Tony's favorite Christmas movies despite the fact that it wasn't just a Christmas movie. He had some very fond memories of watching it with his parents. Maria Stark would always smile and reminded his father how he took her to see the premier. It was one of the glimmers in his parents' relationship that made him think that they really did love each other. Tony couldn't remember if he'd told Steve this, but Steve seemed to know just the same.
"I'm sure you have better things to do, Steve," Tony told him, but didn't protest as Steve took his elbow.
Steve gave him one of his heart stopping smiles. "I know it's one of your favorites, and you've always sat through all the movies I wanted to see."
"You have good taste in movies," Tony protested.
"Sam says I have corny tastes in movies." Steve laughed.
Tony grinned in return. "Corny can be good."
Steve looked affronted, before grinning. "You're the one that introduced me to Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica."
"One of those isn't a movie," Tony pointed out as they walked towards the theater. He stuffed his hands under his arms wishing he'd remembered his gloves.
"Hands cold?" Steve asked.
Tony nodded and almost yelped when Steve stopped and pulled Tony's hands into his. Steve rubbed his glove covered hands over Tony's -- the leather slightly warm -- then brought them to his mouth, blowing warm air over Tony's half frozen fingers. Tony found himself oddly breathless. He hadn't felt this nervous since his first girlfriend at MIT.
"Better? You should remember your gloves next time. Pepper would kill me if you got frostbite." Steve said in a teasing tone.
Tony wetted his suddenly dry lips and nodded. Why was Steve acting like this? Then it hit him. Steve felt sorry for him. Steve was worried about him. Did he think Tony was drinking again? Had Pepper told him she thought Tony was spending too much time alone lately?
"Steve --" Tony said and pulled his hands from Steve's. "You don't have to do this."
Steve looked honestly confused. "Your hands were cold --"
Tony shook his head. "That's not what I meant. You don't have to do this," He gestured his hand as if to encompass all the dinners, movies, and everything else they had done together. "I don't need -- I don't want your pity, Steve. When I told you to find a new life, I didn't mean for you to waste it on me. You should be finding a girl you like, doing things you want to do… not wasting time on me."
Steve almost gritted his teeth in frustration as Tony spoke. Tony didn't get it. He'd thought after weeks of dinners and outings, and all of Steve's constant little touches that Tony would get it. Did he think because Steve was from the past that he wouldn’t want Tony? That the only reason he could want to spend so much time with Tony was out of pity?
"Tony, I like spending time with you. I like having dinner with you," Steve told him earnestly. "I like you."
Tony looked almost sad, his breath ghosting up between them in the cold air. "And I like you as well, Steve. You're -- well you're my best friend."
Steve sighed and shook his head. He reached out and cupped Tony's face, feeling the roughness of the goatee against his palms. "No, Tony. I like you." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Tony's. "I really like you." He told him when he pulled away, flushing slightly at kissing Tony in the street like this.
Tony's eyes went wide, and Steve watched, waiting for realization to dawn in those steel blue eyes. Tony couldn't misunderstand him now.
"Steve."
Steve stroked Tony's cheek bones. "I couldn't imagine building a life without you in it. Your friendship has been important to me, and I - I want more."
Tony inhaled sharply and stepped backwards. Steve's heart sank as he let his hands drop away. "I -- are you saying we've been dating?"
"I thought we had been. I thought you knew what I was asking," Steve told him. "I mean you've done this... In my time you really couldn't just ask a man you fancied out, but -- you've done this sort of thing before."
"No, I haven't," Tony almost sounded hurt. Maybe angry. "I never even considered it. I -- god Steve, I didn't mean to lead you along."
Steve watched as Tony chewed on his bottom lip. He'd been so sure, and he'd wanted this thing with Tony so much. "You didn't." Steve assured him, even though he wanted to yell at Tony that he had. How was Steve supposed to interpret all of Tony's actions?
Tony looked away from Steve. "I never thought about it -- but you are my best friend. We're still friends right?" Tony looked back at Steve, his brow was wrinkled and he looked slightly desperate.
"Tony, of course. This doesn't -- this changes nothing about our friendship," Steve lied. It hurt but he could live with it, he couldn't live with ruining his and Tony's friendship.
He watched Tony set his jaw and take a step towards Steve. "And I've liked our dates."
Steve wasn’t sure if Tony was talking to him or to himself. He forced himself to stay still as Tony brought a hand up to touch Steve's face.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Tony leaned up and brushed his lips almost bashfully against Steve's. It seemed unbelievable that Tony Stark, the consummate seducer, could be so shy. It would’ve been so easy to lean into the kiss, to wrap his arm around Tony's waist and pull him closer, but Steve knew he couldn't.
"You don't have to do this to keep me as a friend." Steve told him softly. He slid his hand up Tony's arm and covered Tony's hand with his own.
Tony wet his lips and Steve resisted the urge to kiss him. God, he wanted Tony so damn much. "I think I can do this." Tony's voice was soft, almost fragile.
"You don't have --" Steve started, but Tony cut him off with another press of his lips.
"I think I have to," Tony told him, smiling just a little. "You're my best friend, my team mate, I trust you with my life. I've enjoyed and looked forward to all of our --dates. I just -- “he paused and blushed, something Steve never thought possible.
Steve rubbed his thumb over the back of Tony's bare hand, the leather dragging slightly against Tony's skin. "You've never done this before with a man." He smiled down at Tony. "We'll take things as slow as you want, but you don't have to do this. This isn't something you can make yourself feel."
Tony had an odd look in his eyes as he turned his hand in Steve's, twining their fingers together. Steve was surprised to see another flush go across Tony's cheeks. "Is that movie offer still valid?"
Steve nodded. "It is." His heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest. He could do this. He could take things slow and easy for Tony.
Tony smiled up at him again. "Then I think I want to take you up on it."
Steve couldn't help but grin as they set off again towards the movie theater, Tony's hand clasping his.
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