The Fair?

Tony blinked his tired eyes as he attempted to work on upgrading Natasha's damn suit. That woman gets rips in her suit in the weirdest of places.

Working hard, he didn't even hear the workshop's door slide open. He jumped slightly when two very large arms wrapped around his middle. "Tony, it's time for bed, you've been up far too long." Steve whispered into Tony's ear. Tony closed his eyes and leaned back into Steve's warm,broad chest. "But Steeeeeeeeeeve-" Tony started. "It's time for you to sleep, Sweetheart." Steve cut him off. Tony killed his head to the side, groaning. "Friday, save the work please." "Of course, Boss."

Tony sighed as he stood up, stretching his back out. A small smile stretched over Steve's lips as he watched his boyfriend, he was too cute. Tony turned and looked at Steve and made grabby hands at him. Steve took a step towards the man and lifted Tony bridal style. Tony stuck his face into Steve's neck and huffed out an airy laugh. Steve walked them over to the elevator and he walked into it as it opened. "Our floor please, Friday."

The elevator doors closed in front of them. As they began to ascend, Steve looked down to the man in his arms, who had already fallen fast asleep. This dorky genius was the love of his life. Steve hugged Tony closer to him as the elevator doors opened, showing his and Tony's room.

Steve approached their bed and laid Tony down. He stripped Tony of his dirty, oil ridden work clothes, leaving him in his underwear. He watched as Tony wiggled around until finding Steve's pillow, curling around it. The Captain chuckled at the man before him. He walked Tony's clothes to the dirty hamper, and stripped his own. He turned back around and strolled back over to his side of the bed. He climbed onto the bed under the covers, wrapping his body around Tony's much smaller frame. He smiled as he fell asleep, listening to Tony's little snores.

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Tony awoke the next morning, no longer wrapped up in his favorite heater. Steve must have gone for a run. Damn him and his beautifully fit self. Tony rolled around for a minute, then decided it was probably coffee time. He stood up and waltzed over to the closet. He finally decided on one of Steve's shirts and a pair of his own pants.

He then walked to the elevator and snapped at the ceiling. Friday got the message and opened the doors, also bringing him down to the common floor. Tony whipped out his phone and started checking his emails as he walked out of the elevator. Mostly just emails from Pepper and the company telling him to do his job. He ignored the mail and started checking the news, while walking past everyone while they were eating breakfast.

As usual, they were all talking very loudly about something or other. Bucky and Natasha looked as though they were arguing, but he couldn't tell for they were speaking in Russian. Thor was professing his undying love for pop tarts to poor Bruce who was just trying to drink his tea and do his word searches. Clint was rambling about birds to Sam who looked somewhat entertained. Vision was cooking...something.

Tony shook his head, shutting of his phone and going straight to the coffee pot. Steve appeared next to him, handing him the cup of the brown goodness. Tony kissed Steve and went to sit down at the table. Thor gave him a hard clap on the back, causing Tony to almost choke on his coffee. He smiled weakly back at Thor when he finally managed to swallow the coffee. Thor let out a monstrous laugh at that, scarfing down another pop tart.

Steve came over holding a plate of food for Tony. "Steveeeeee.." Tony pouted. "Don't start Tony, you need to eat." Steve placed the food in front of him, an omelet and toast sat before him. Tony just stared at Steve. Steve sighed and sat down next to him, forking the food and stuck it next to Tony's mouth. "I'm not leaving until all of your food is gone." Steve told a grumpy Tony. Tony just glared at Steve as he opened his mouth slightly. Steve cracked a small smile and stuck the food into his mouth.