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A Day At The Beach With Each Avenger

Requested by @Marckleorbl. I hope you like it!

Tony

"Tony, this isn't what I had in mind when we go to the beach."

Tony, being the rich and famous person he is, instead of going to a normal beach or somewhere more tropical, decided being on a yacht is far better. Thus, the couple leans against the railing in their swimsuits.

"You're correct. This is far better." Tony casually says. "No annoying people around. No sand getting stuck in places you'd rather it didn't. Just the sweet sun, just us—"

"And not being able to swim." Y/N argues.

"Yes, we can. Just not when the yacht is moving." Tony points out. "Besides, we've got a hot tub."

Y/N then gets off the railing to look back at the hot tub behind them. "Guess it's better than getting burned to death."

Thus, the couple gets into the hot tub. Sitting next to each other, Tony puts his arm around his boyfriend. With wine and glasses prepared at the edge of the tub, the brunette grabs the bottle and opens it.

"You know what I think? I theorize you're upset because you're not used to the rich and glamorous life."

Y/N scoffs. "You're calling me poor?"

"Just your attitude." Tony replies as he begins pouring the alcohol into the glasses. After he's done, he places the bottle back at the side. Grabbing both glasses, he hands one over to his partner. "At least admit there's a part of you that loves this."

"I never said I hate it." Y/N responds with a smirk.

Tony smiles. "I'll take that as you love this." He then raises his glass. "Cheers to getting spoiled, handsome."

Y/N chuckles. "I guess I'll cheers to that."

Steve

With the couple getting to the beach, they find somewhere more private to change into their swimsuits. Surrounded by the tropical environment and warm weather, Y/N quickly runs to the clear blue water, enjoying the fact that there aren't many people around.

"Steve, this place looks amazing!" Y/N shouts back toward the bushes. "C'mon, hurry up!"

"Alright! I'm coming!"

As Steve makes his way to the beach carrying a bag, Y/N looks out at the waves, unaware of Steve approaching. "What should we do first? Swimming? Snorkeling?" He then turns around to face his boyfriend. "What do you—Oh my bulge!"

While Steve seems a bit oblivious to how much he's revealing in his speedo, he is surprised by Y/N's reaction. "It's just my swimsuit."

"Dude, I can see the shape of your balls!" Y/N quickly responds.

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Y/N, we've been together long enough to... uhm... be intimate. Why are you getting flustered now?"

"Because we're in public!" Y/N exclaims. He then notices, just a couple of feet away, a few people staring—whether out of amazement or shock. "Look, people are already ogling!"

Steve glances at them briefly before looking back at his boyfriend, unbothered by the attention. "It's just a speedo. Relax. It's normal to wear them at the beach."

"Yeah, maybe in the '40s." Y/N replies with snark. "Nowadays, people are more... aware of how they look."

"I have to disagree, but that's an argument we can have later." Steve then gets an idea. "I promise you it's nothing. I've got a spare one if you want to try."