Going downstairs for breakfast would've been a lot easier if nobody was down there, but as luck would have it every single person was downstairs having breakfast. Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Fury, Thor, Loki, even Happy, all just happen to be eating breakfast.
Tony groaned quietly, turning around to upstairs when Clint yelled. "Unless your hungover, which you're not, or Steve's sick in bed, which he isn't, get your ass over here and eat!"
Fury furrowed his eyebrows. "What does Steve in bed have to do with Tony being in bed?"
Tony and Steve walked in Steve arms wrapped around Tonys waist.
Fury's jaw dropped for a second.
Happy looked up from his newspaper, shrugged then went back to reading.
"What the hell?"
Tony leaned on the counter. "Pour me a cup, will ya babe?" He asked Steve ignoring Fury's glare.
Steve blushed and handed Tony a cup. "Is there something wrong director?"
Fury coughed awkwardly. "Is this permanent?"
Tony gave him a look that said 'what are you talking about?'
"Stark you arent exactly the virgin saint when it comes to relationships."
Steve scoffed. "Gee thanks."
Natasha chuckled. "Fury they're grown men."
Fury shrugged. "Fine. I wont say anything. What do I know anyways?"
Steve blushed. Tony kissed him on the cheek. "See everyone is one big happy family!"
