(Steve/Tony)Tangled And Twisted, The Road Down To Hell

Chapter 2

Here's the 2nd part as promised! more warnings for injury (broken bones, head injury, and surgery) and fade to black sex (no explicit content but it's referenced I guess) 

hope you enjoy!

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Debrief ended and Tony came to, like he'd been stuck in the eye of a hurricane, full of concentration and heroism, and now that the battle was over and done, he was back to his real self. "Ugh," he said in a strained voice, unbuttoning his suit jacket and sitting heavily on the chair nearest to him. " Ugh ." He could barely raise his hand.

"Avengers approaching."

He forced his back to straighten and a pleasant smile appeared on his face. "How is it, Steve?" he asked, voice turning concerned. "Everyone turn out okay? Trusty Iron Man fulfill his purpose?"

Wanda was with him, looking terribly battered. "Iron Man is a lot more than a purpose."

Tony rested a hand on Steve's forearm, like a reminder that they needed to be cordial. Or at least fulfill a quota of sexual tension. "He performed well," Wanda said.

"I'm glad." He smiled deeply at her. "You need painkillers? Let me- one sec. Let me find some. The two of you look like crap."

"Say that again and Pietro will bludgeon your head."

Tony jerked, staring at her. "I don't mean it that way, you- you have some blood, is the thing, battles are hard on you all..."

She smiled and he relaxed. "I know you're just teasing. And it's sweet that you're playing housewife to Steve, he really does need it."

Steve's nostrils flared. Tony suppressed a laugh. "I'm not playing housewife to him," he said. See? Look at him. Respecting Steve's wishes to be the least affectionate fake fuckbuddies in existence.

"Did you ask him?" Thor asked, appearing in the doorway. "Stark, we have something to ask you!"

"Do you?" His brow crinkled and he stood up, muscles protesting.

He was not going to fall over. Or just pitch into a chair and lay there. Exhaustion was no excuse. "We want you to come to the camping retreat," Jan said brightly.

"What are you doing up, Hawkeye?" Steve asked, blowing out a breath. "Did you or did you not pull a muscle? Nat- you too! You sprained your ankle! Both of you lay down."

"Am I finally an It girl now? Am I in the club? I'm sure I have time to go on the camping trip, I'll clear my schedule," he said, barely containing his excitement. Steve hadn't really reacted to the question, or the reply, beyond a minute tightening of his broad, muscled shoulders.

"Great." Wanda and Pietro were basically neutral on him, by now, and he had Steve watching movies in his penthouse- he had Natasha agreeing to let him on this camping trip, it was the most they'd spoken.

"Great!" he replied. "I'll shower. Next month we leave, right?"

Clint shot him a thumbs up. "Yeah, Stark. Next month." Good old Steve. He was so cautious. Thank you , Tony mouthed once no one was looking.

And Steve just nodded.

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Tony pulled Steve through the door of the elevator, tapping the top of his black tie. "Anyone see you?"

"All of them," Steve replied sulkily. Tony had snuck through the back stairs, again, and snagged Steve from the kitchen where he'd been obliviously consuming a truly terrible amount of chocolate cake, and then dragged his fake-fuckbuddy through the entrance and into the elevator. All in five short minutes. "You were lucky."