Marvel Oneshots

Stony

Requested: @Rarry09

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long, I litteraly love that you have so many ideas for this and I hope I can write them all for you. I know it takes time and I'm sorry about that but I will always eventually finish them.

Note 2: this one is gonna be a bit darker than the others, but I'm drawing a line and that line will be right at non-con because I'm not in the right mood to write that right now.

Summary: Tony and Steve have a love hate relationship. But it becomes the sort of love hate they weren't expecting.

Warnings: gay smut, degration, no after care, porn with plot, swearing, none-little prep (I'm acctually sorry about that one.)

Note 3:  so tired, I promise my writing is usually so much better than this.

3rd person - 2012

"Tony, you can't just go around poking people!" Steve yells, walking in on Tony poking Dr banner with some sort of pointy thing.

"Don't worry, if I knew I couldn't handle... pointy things I wouldn't have come aboard this flying boat." Bruce tells the patriotic ice berge.

"Your tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut" Tony once again pokes the doctor.

He than walks up to Cap, pointing the pointy thing at his face. "And you. You need to stop expecting that everybody will listen to you just because you have a giant Frisbee and some untested experiment in your veins. Your nothing more than a lab rat." And he walks off.

2015

"But it didn't work!" Tony yells. "I didn't do it right."

"Well you did something right. And you did it right here. We were supposed to be better than sheild." Steve, who is once again telling Tony off for something so reckless and stupid, tries to explain calmly.

"No. Because you were the main influence of shield. So arnt you, like, the face of sheild? My father created sheild. In your name, may I add." He takes a breath. "I need to go"

2015 - a couple months later.

"I'm not even going to bother asking what your doing this time." Steve sighs while walking into the room, seeing Tony slouched over something.

Tony doesn't say a word. No sarcastic come back. No snobby quip. Nothing.

Steve walks over to the work bench to find Stark glaring at a small photo. As he got closer he realised it was a photo of Howard, older than when Steve had last seen him.

The patriot lays a gental hand on the geniuses shoulder, but as soon as Tony feels the touch he swats it away.

"The hell do you think your doing?" He yells while turning in his chair.

"You dont seem yourself, Stark" Steve tries to keep a soft voice, but finding it hard while looking into some of the hardest brown eyes he's ever seen.

Truth is, Steve had been pushing away Tony from the moment he met him, not only because of his snarky behaviour, but because he is kinda sorta mabey madly inlove with the playboy.

And Starks truth is pretty much the same. But so much different at the same time.

From a young age Howard has been trying to compare his own son to the man he helped make.

Tony hated the Captain America for everything that his father has ever said to him in blame of the patriot.

That is until he acctually met the icicle himself, as much as he tried to push away Steve, he still felt so drawn to him. The connecting he felt for him over powered the hate he held.