Steve thought Tony was hilarious. Tony was so independent. He insisted on walking by himself even though he fell most of the time, he glared at Steve if he served vegetables, and he pouted, oh did he pout. Steve thought it was adorable the way Tony stuck his lip out when he got mad. Like a kid. And he questioned everything. Always "why Steve?" This and "but why?" That. But rather than drive Steve crazy, it made him laugh. So he had laughed a lot lately. Take now for instance. Tony was currently balancing on one foot trying to walk from the living room to the kitchen. He wobbled and Steve reached out a hand. Tony smacked it away and glowered. "did I ask for help?" Steve bit his lip. Trying to stifle his laughter
"actions speak louder than words"
"whatever Steve, you're just so white bread it hurts."
/keep it together Rogers/ Steve thought. It was so hard to not laugh when Tony looked at him like that. He looked so betrayed, liked Steve had personally insulted him. His next words confirmed his suspicion. "if you're going to be mean, then go get me chicken." That did it. Scooping Tony up in his arms bridal-style, Steve walked info the kitchen and set him down on the counter. He looked at Tony and started laughing. And laughing, and laughing. Leaning against the counter he shook his head at the genius.
"how can you be so cute and so irritating at the same time?" Tony cocked an eyebrow signaling his annoyance.
"I am Tony Stark, that's how." Steve ruffled his hair. Something Tony hated and he knew it.
"that's not an answer." Steve moved to get Tony's chicken. Everytime he glanced back he chuckled. Tony was getting really annoyed.
"why are you laughing!?!?!" Steve handed Tony a plate.
"because. You no matter how you try to deny it. Need my help. And I find it funny that you are acting like a ten year old." Tony looked abashed.
"I am not acting like a ten year old." He stuck his tongue out. Proving his point. Steve raised his hands in surrender. He picked Tony up and unceremoniously dropped him on the couch and plopped down next to him. "just break the other leg why don't you." Tony grumbled pushing Steve's hand off of the remote. "my remote. So what are we watchin'?"
"I was thinking star wars. It's on the list of things that I missed." Tony scrunched his nose up.
"Star trek is better. Spok is really..... Stiff. Like a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Steve stole the remote back and clicked on star wars: The clone wars.
"star wars." Tony crossed his arms and scooted away from Steve. As the movie played Steve watched Tony more than he watched the film. He was not entirely sure that Tony was awake until he gasped at something on the T.V. "that guy looks like Fury!" Steve looked at the T.V. To see. Mace Windu.
"yeah, he does. A little." Tony scooted a little closer to Steve so he could see the T.V. better.
"I wonder if Fury has a twin. If he does, it's probably classified info." Steve draped an arm around Tony's shoulders now that he was close enough to. Tony didn't seem to be bothered by it. As the end credits rolled, Tony looked at Steve who had fallen asleep.
"hey Capcake, you alive?" Steve some up when Tony poked him.
"I'm awake. I was just resting my eyes."
"sure you were. Tell me what happened before the credits then?" Steve rubbed.a hand over his face. "A guy did a thing. There did I win?" Tony shook his head.
"not even close." Steve leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
"I don't even know." Tony kicked his feet over Steve's lap and laid back. "to bs honest, I don't either." Sleeping seemed to be a good option. Not particularly wariness, so much as boredom drove them to sleep. And besides, the couch was soft and neither one really wanted to move from the other.
A/N hello! Okay so this is the first Steve/Tony story I have ever done. To say the least I'm out of my depth here. Anyway, there are going to be 6-10 chapters in this so its not too long. Thx for reading! Tonya😎
