One-shots avengers captured/tortured

Steve is a golden retriever

Once again Tony was holed up in his lab,
once again engrossed in his work.

"Hey Steve. He greeted the captain interrupting his work space and mind. "What can I do you for, you need anything like leaving?" Steve smiled in mirth knowing Tony's antics like his own shield. "Wanted to ask if you were coming out the lab for dinner later?" Tony already back fixated in his work

-the iron man needed to have a whole new reconfiguration of the inflight system to avoid input to the ordnance rod in the core to stop transmitting output-
Answered the question in brief

" No, but now that you're here could you pass me the wrench? with the red handle?" Steve brightened up on having received an order.

Steve always did feel a bit lost without direction, and Tony's lab was a VERY unfamiliar environment for him. He didn't come down much, not understanding Tony's technological jargon or Bruce's for that matter. It simply reminded him of the time he had lost being in the ice.

Anyway

An order, he thought,  I can do that and immediately searched the expanse for the object. Within moments Steve's eyes fell upon it "here" and he gave it to Tony's outstretched hand with the biggest smile on his face. All this in record time!

Tony didn't look up from his suit just blindly reaching for the wrench like a man bathed in darkness frantically searching for a light switch. Steve obligatorily moved towards the flailing hand so it could reach its intended target. Once metal exchanged from one cold hand to a callused one. Tony immediately picked up where he had left off and Steve was once again left feeling lost at what to do now.

A few minutes passed where neither acknowledged the other. Until "Where did I put that spanner!" The engineer voiced in anger. Steve placed himself on high alert military training taking over as he scanned the cluttered room. With his sweeping look honing in on every crevice it did not take the super soldier long to find the object. It was directly behind the 'genius' where Tony couldn't reach. Steve fetched it obediently "Here it is"

Tony turned around in his spinning chair to face him. It was something about the perkiness in the voice which caused him to. Looking at Steve now his sparkling eyes, shiny cheeks and beaming smile made him almost laugh aloud. Almost. "Here you go Tony" Steve repeated merrily. Tony suppressed the smile instead schooling his features into one of indifference excepting the wrench and spinning back. Steve didn't move just waited near the chair.

He'd been in Tony's lab a few times sure, to get him for dinner or a movie night, but not often enough or as far in as he was, so now standing in the belly of the beast so to speak he was excited. Steve's eyes swept the room in awe, this would make such a great drawing he could imagine it now the straight lines of the armour on and around the walls, the curves of the chair and Tony's posture as he worked with that spark of creativity lighting up his eyes.

Steve was so out of it. Lost in awe and wonder that he had not noticed Tony staring at him as well. He looked so... young his features dopey but adorable. Tony smiled a wicked smirk, he had a hypothesis he was dying to try out. He turned back around in his chair and acting as indulged in work as you can when Fricking CAPTAIN AMERICA was looking in wonder at your life's works! Cleared his throat "Cap, if your still there could ya pass the hammer I swear it was just here but Dumme-

"Found it"

Tony was again schooling his features he turned, accepted it and moved on. And just as he predicted the soldier remained standing almost at parade rest like a puppy. Tony knew his hypothesis was working when Steve retrieved (read fetched) another two items without question or complaint. Now for the final test, he looks to the right 'working' on his project and 'blindly' goes to put the hammer on the left. It, of course, misses the 'intended' work bench and falls heavily to the floor.

Tony just cannot contain the smirk hiding the laugh when Steve rushes to pick it up and placing it on the bench as fast as super soldierly possible. (yes that is a word! I'm a genius) than out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve tilt his head so puppy like in confusion and in a swift almost shy movement he grabs Tony's hand and places the object in it. That does it! Tony spins round and laughs so hard his eyes gather tears and his arc nearly pops!
This time Tony is witness to the puppy Steve head tilt AND an adorable pout on his features. He looks just like a puppy and Tony's too eager to tell him.
"What" Golden retriever Rogers asks in adorable confusion "your exactly like a Golden retriever Rogers!" And he laughs again harder when Steve's response is to further his pout and cross his arms like a toddler, a cute toddler but a toddler, "I am not"
Tony's too far gone to process words just clutching his stomach in laughter. The only way to describe Steve's exit is that he 'puppy rages out'
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It was several hours later that the topic of Steve's doggy like character was brought up again. The avengers, yes even Tony- on Bruce's insistence, were lounging about in the common area. It was a lazy day and movie night coincidentally. It was the first ad break and while usually a time of chaos.

Refilling drinks spilling everywhere, Thor rushing to get popped corn and making such a mess and then Clint would run to the toilet the second the ads were over with a shout of "pause it!" Which consistently annoyed everyone.

This time, no one moved. They had had the entire day to stock up on snacks and Clint had been given a 'stern talking to' by Natasha so was in no need to *ahem* spend a penny.

This was the time that Tony decided it was most appropriate to interject amidst the ramblings of long lost conversations Tony said twiddling his fingers like a gangster "Hey who agrees with me about Golden retriever Rogers, he embodies a doggy like no one's canines!"

Steve huffed unbidden, he knew this would be exiting Starks mouth triumphantly at some point. But he felt safe in the knowledge that his friends would disagree, especially Bucky.
So when Everyone, EVERYONE including Bucky simply said "yup" and turned back to their conversations his spluttering became the reason why this offhand comment became a discussion.

Steve barely stopped spluttering enough to turn to Bucky sitting beside him betrayed. "BUCKY! you too!"
Bucky laughs head back loud and long. His metal arm engulfing Steve's shoulders ruffling the punks hair, bringing his hand through every lock "yeah Stevie you are and I have several reasons why Golden Retriever matches your personality.

"One, your companionable,"
Bucky listed off
"Two, you're a spitfire, punk
Three but also gentle, loving and kind" Steve had closed his eyes, he'd later say due to embarrassment but really he was humming at the gentle oh so good contact, with Bucky's hand carding through his hair he was feeling completely and utterly relaxed.

Like putty in his jerks hand. He was subconsciously leaning into Bucky's shoulder his head into Bucky's hand. "Adorable" tony squealed (though he'd never admit to it) even Natasha was smitten her lips in a line not a frown(so basically smitten)

"Finally, Three" Bucky drawls
"you love affection, though you wouldn't readily admit it,- you're literally leaning into my hand" Steve stops eyes snapping open, pupils wide, Cheeks going pink then red.

Realising his position he shrinks under the 'awws' Natasha comes to his rescue "there's nothing wrong with that Steve" Everyone nods reassuring him but Steve's still embarrassed so Natasha stands making a beeline for the giggling genius next to Bruce who stops abruptly, looking at her eye contact, her eyes trained on him.

Bruce gets up clearing a space for her as she sits beside the genius "traitor" tony mutters he knows what's about to happen. She tries to ease Tony's head into her lap but he's stubborn unusually so, she curls her fingertips behind his ear and Tony.Frickin.melts like fully "oh" and collapses his head onto Natashas lap.

He stays as she gives a head and ear massage. Causing groans of relief out of the too relaxed to be embarrassed Tony. Steve chuckles becoming less and less embarrassed himself "if I'm a golden retriever your a wire fox terrier" Tony pouts opening an eye but closing it as Natashas fingers relax him.

For those unaware
Wire Fox terrier characteristics- bold fearless and feisty, difficult to train due to being an independent thinker ie a mind of their own