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Universe: Unspecified but I'd guess Movie.
Rating: G
Warnings: Um. None.
Beta: None.
Notes: Crossposted from Tumblr.
The morning paper is Tony Stark’s lifeblood. It helps him figure out who he needs to bribe, who to schmooze with and who to give dirty looks. This, however, was the last thing he expected.
On the front page is him and Steve, side-by-side. He’s in a suit and Steve’s in a military uniform. They’re both looking dashing, of course. Fresh from some charity event the night before. Even now Tony can’t quite remember what it was for, but Pepper had assured him that he should attend, and because he had had very drastic concerns about being brutally murdered by boredom, he’d bothered Steve until the man had agreed to come along.
Apparently, or so claimed the headline (“TONY STARK AND STEVE ROGERS: MORE THAN FRIENDS?”), this had somehow made them a couple. The article went on to describe how he, one Tony Stark, had dragged one reluctant Steve Rogers around on his arm for the entire night. He hadn’t even thought about that. Steve was just a really great conversation piece, plus he was polite enough to talk to whoever it was that approached them if Tony didn’t feel particularly inclined.
“What are you staring at?” Steve asks as he comes into the kitchen. He’s still wearing his uniform from the night before which may or may not have had something to do with the fact that they’d stayed out until two in the morning and Steve is apparently an old man who can’t stay up past midnight without collapsing into bed at the first opportunity.
Tony waves the newspaper indignantly.
“I take you to one charity dinner and they think we’re a… a…”
“A what?” Steve persists.
Tony shoves the paper into Steve’s hands and takes a dour gulp of his coffee, brows drawn together.
Steve gives the headline a good stare.
“Oh dear,” he says, feeling his face heat up. Him and Tony? A… but… Why…
He jerks his head up when Tony slams his coffee mug onto the counter.
“Fine!” he says. ”They want us to be a couple?”
Steve really doesn’t like where this is going because honestly he’s thought about it but he’d always figured Tony for straight-laced and this outburst is just kind of re-inforcing that and really, Tony is incredibly spontaneous and he’s stomping over and—
Oh.
Tony’s facial hair feels odd against his skin, but it’s not really that unpleasant and despite the fact he’d been having a bit of a snit, he’s apparently decided that biting Steve’s mouth off was not the best decision and this… This is nice. This is…
Steve wraps his arms around Tony, pulling him closer, kissing him back and somehow it’s gone from something biting and badly aimed to something slow and careful and… and he should probably let Tony breathe.
“Um,” he says because he’s not sure what else to say after something like that. ”We’re not really going to tell the papers, are we?”
Tony gives him this look, this ‘Steve, you are so sixty years ago’ look and then says, “Of course not,” like Steve should somehow know this because clearly he’s a mind reader.
“That was a horrible way to ask me out, by the way,” Steve adds for good measure, because he can’t just go letting Tony get away with a stunt like that.
“Yeah, well…”
And then they try the kissing thing again.
Rating: G
Warnings: Um. None.
Beta: None.
Notes: Crossposted from Tumblr.
The morning paper is Tony Stark’s lifeblood. It helps him figure out who he needs to bribe, who to schmooze with and who to give dirty looks. This, however, was the last thing he expected.
On the front page is him and Steve, side-by-side. He’s in a suit and Steve’s in a military uniform. They’re both looking dashing, of course. Fresh from some charity event the night before. Even now Tony can’t quite remember what it was for, but Pepper had assured him that he should attend, and because he had had very drastic concerns about being brutally murdered by boredom, he’d bothered Steve until the man had agreed to come along.
Apparently, or so claimed the headline (“TONY STARK AND STEVE ROGERS: MORE THAN FRIENDS?”), this had somehow made them a couple. The article went on to describe how he, one Tony Stark, had dragged one reluctant Steve Rogers around on his arm for the entire night. He hadn’t even thought about that. Steve was just a really great conversation piece, plus he was polite enough to talk to whoever it was that approached them if Tony didn’t feel particularly inclined.
“What are you staring at?” Steve asks as he comes into the kitchen. He’s still wearing his uniform from the night before which may or may not have had something to do with the fact that they’d stayed out until two in the morning and Steve is apparently an old man who can’t stay up past midnight without collapsing into bed at the first opportunity.
Tony waves the newspaper indignantly.
“I take you to one charity dinner and they think we’re a… a…”
“A what?” Steve persists.
Tony shoves the paper into Steve’s hands and takes a dour gulp of his coffee, brows drawn together.
Steve gives the headline a good stare.
“Oh dear,” he says, feeling his face heat up. Him and Tony? A… but… Why…
He jerks his head up when Tony slams his coffee mug onto the counter.
“Fine!” he says. ”They want us to be a couple?”
Steve really doesn’t like where this is going because honestly he’s thought about it but he’d always figured Tony for straight-laced and this outburst is just kind of re-inforcing that and really, Tony is incredibly spontaneous and he’s stomping over and—
Oh.
Tony’s facial hair feels odd against his skin, but it’s not really that unpleasant and despite the fact he’d been having a bit of a snit, he’s apparently decided that biting Steve’s mouth off was not the best decision and this… This is nice. This is…
Steve wraps his arms around Tony, pulling him closer, kissing him back and somehow it’s gone from something biting and badly aimed to something slow and careful and… and he should probably let Tony breathe.
“Um,” he says because he’s not sure what else to say after something like that. ”We’re not really going to tell the papers, are we?”
Tony gives him this look, this ‘Steve, you are so sixty years ago’ look and then says, “Of course not,” like Steve should somehow know this because clearly he’s a mind reader.
“That was a horrible way to ask me out, by the way,” Steve adds for good measure, because he can’t just go letting Tony get away with a stunt like that.
“Yeah, well…”
And then they try the kissing thing again.