Stony Oneshots (Requests open)

Dirty Dancing

SIDE PAIRINGS:

Clint/Phil

Pepper/Natasha

Yes, I just wrote like 2000 words on dancing in a club, no I am not sorry bc cute 

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Dirty Dancing

There wasn’t a time that Steve had wished he could get drunk along with the rest of this team more than this very moment, sat here sober in this club surrounded by dancing and drunken teammates was making his head more than hurt. After beating the alien invasion and saving the world yet again Tony and Clint had rounded up the Avengers against him and together they had convinced him to let of some steam and loosen up a little bit. So here he was, sat in the booth of a club with flashing strobe lights and loud music that made his ears hurt.  

It was fun though. Everyone was tipsy, smiles on their faces and they danced and sang around him and just feeling good. Steve didn’t mind (that much), he was now used to the super-serums side effect of not being able to get drunk, and he’d never really been into drinking anyway. Not to mention, he thought to himself, with this group it was probably better that someone was sober.  

 The thudding of the bass echoed in his head as he staggered stiff-legged across the dance floor to where Coulson-no, Phil- was sat nursing a pint of beer. Phil smiled gently and talked to Steve who looked at him confused before Phil sighed and tapped his watch face and Steve read the time. It was getting late, and with a sigh he got to his feet and searched around the club for the rest of his team.  

Thor was the easiest to find, all he had to do was following the booming voice to a darkened set of booths where Thor was surrounded by glassy-eyed business men with rumpled suits and lack mouths as they desperately pushed money towards the centre of the table, booing as their colleague collapsed and passed out in a puddle of his own drool. Thor whooped loudly, sweeping all the paper and coins into his pouch and turned to face Steve with a smile on his slightly drunk face. “Coming Cap!” Thor boomed and clapped his drinking mates on the backs, a little too hard and sent them hurtling into the table. 

 The rest of the team proved easier to find and convince back, Pepper and Natasha leaned on each other heavily as Steve told them to wait with Thor and on the way back with Phil and Bruce he spotted Clint and Tony. Turning more fully towards the dance floor, Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. He should have figured.

Clint and Tony were centre of attention, all gyrating hips and wandering hands as they grinded up against each other. Tony's hair was messy and pressed against his forehead as it stuck against the sweat but Clint didn't look like he cared, neither did the gaggles of girls and boys surrounding them, their hands reaching out at tugging at Tony and Clint's clothes and any parts of them they could get their hands on.

Tony and Clint weren't even together, but as Steve glanced over at Phil he smiled. "A little bit of help?" he asked and Phil turned, startled to see Steve talking to him. He blushed as he looked back over at Clint and Tony and Steve could see his mouth going slack as he stared at Barton's arse in those tight leather pants.

"A little help?" Steve quirked up his eyebrow and chuckled as Phil nodded and they crossed the dance floor together, shimmying past drunken dancers and wandering hands before both grabbing a dancer and spinning them away from each other. Looking back at Clint and Phil, he could see Coulson with his mouth pressed to Barton's ear and him eagerly whispering into it, Clint's eyes darkening with lust as he grabbed Phil's hand and dragged him off the dance floor and over to where the toilet queue was.

Steve looked down at the man clinging to his t-shirt and gave him a smile as Tony groaned and opened his dark eyes that were only slightly swimming with alcohol consumption. "I'd feel a lot more compliant to go if you too whispered dirty things in my ear." Tony said with a smirk and tilted his head to the side as Steve giggled nervously.