𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩

Chapter 1

"I missed ya so much buck. It's been too long" Steve murmured bear hugging the brunette man in front of the avengers tower. It was touching, shit, it was like a scene out of a romantic period drama. The two star crossed lovers destined to stray away from each other only to find each other again in the next life.

Tony scoffed silently as he leveled his gaze at the two men. Crossing his arms and shifting his shoulder. He couldn't help but feel envious pissed, absolutely floored.

He was right there. Who was the one who welcomed Steve with open arms, who was the one who sat on his bed at night placing a grounding hand on the small of the blonde's back as he cried and groaned Bucky's name with despair, who was the one who gave him new tech and developed new toys for the blonde to play with when they were out saving the world and their asses from extensional doom, who was the one who wiped silent tears when the blonde would come home all tangled limbs and clouded eyes with the smell of cheap cologne and liquor on his breath.

It was him. Only him. Not Bucky. Not the one who was stupid and got hisself captured while hydra fried his brain to mush. It was Tony fucking Stark who lay down his heart and soul for Steve only to be forgotten the moment the brunette was dumb enough to be found.

Perhaps, Tony mused, that he wasn't clear enough, that he wasn't obvious enough for the young blonde and maybe that's why he mistook Tony's intentions as just trust, friendship, as just water underneath the bridge. Tony had to keep himself from clenching his fists.

Fine. Fine, he'll do it. He'll make it easier for Steve. He'll make him more toys, and spar with him and tease him and flirt with him and fucking crowed his beautiful ass against a wall if only to let the blonde know what his true intentions were the whole time. He'll even open his heart just little bit, just a little minuscule layer at time so Steve can feel assured that he isn't going anywhere. He won't like it. He doesn't want to play this game. He doesn't want slow and steady. He wants to ravish Steve and pull him by his collar and kiss him senseless. He won't like it but he will do it.

Anything for Steve.

Tony took one last glance at the two men hugging and smirked just a little. Bucky doesn't know what he's in for but he will soon.

With that out of the way he patted his way back inside and went head first to his lab.

"Jarvis give me a update on cap's new suit."

"Right away sir."

The next time Tony saw Steve was when he came tumbling in the communal area after a five hour lab binge; he scowled when he saw Steve snuggled up with Bucky watching some dumb movie with the lights dimmed. He rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee before making his way over to them.

Sure, he could wait until Bucky was asleep in his own room or when the blonde was alone but Tony was Tony and he was impatient.

"Well don't you two look cozy..." Tony muttered breaking the calming silence of the room.

Steve peaked over Bucky's shoulder and smiled, god, that smile and those beautiful pink lips. Tony wants them on him.

"Hey Tony..." Steve murmured a pause then "are you okay?..." of course he would ask him this . Steve was a angel, a beautiful sculpted angel that fought wars with a strong hand and moved with grace and agility, yet his heart remained pure and full of gold.

Tony wanted, no needed, Steve's heart. Wanted those thick arms to be wrapped around him, not the asshole that Steve was leaning against.

"I'm doing alright hun..." a lie, clear as day Tony could taste it on his tongue, bitter. Tony didn't miss the way the blonde blushed from the little pet name and pride swelled in his chest. God, would he love to see how far that blush goes, does it go all the way down his neck? does his chest get tinged with red? What other colors could he make the blonde's skin turn when he gets a hold of him?