Avengers Imagines

Virtue? What Virtue? - Avengers/TonyNat

A/N: it's hard for me to write anything in a world where tony stark and natasha romanoff are dead (so i didn't)

(look how powerful they are)

Description: Tony could get used to this type of morning— no meetings, no deadlines, no imminent threats to the world, just pure, endless bliss- "TONY!"

Warnings/tags: it's all sex talk guys, tonynat relationship, sex tapes, shameless tony stark, shameless natasha romanoff, crack, fluff, howard stark's bad parenting, embarrassed steve rogers, steve's really trying ok, everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, slight language, implied sexual content

Word count: 1681

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Tony is having a great morning. Really, a fantastic morning. He woke up to the sound of soft breathing, red hair covering his pillow and silky skin against his own at 10am, content to let his lover sleep awhile longer while he went to make coffee. There in the kitchen, he found himself scrolling through the news, SI stocks, and underdeveloped blueprints until he had consumed enough caffeine to comprehend them. Yes, this is the best type of morning. Tony could get used to this type of morning— no meetings, no deadlines, no imminent threats to the world, just pure, endless bliss-

"TONY!"

-and apparently Cap's mood swings.

Tony has to admit, he's been the subject of many, many of Steve's angry rampages— you're being reckless, Tony, you need to follow orders, Tony, not everything is a joke, Tony— but the way the Adonis of a man bursts into the kitchen all red-faced and tight-lipped struggling to keep his cool has Tony more amused than afraid. Not that he's ever afraid of Steve's yelling, actually (it usually ends in them arguing and insulting each other rather than something being solved).

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. To leave a message say one, or say two for more options. To leave a callback number say five-"

"Have you ever taken a situation seriously in your whole life?"

Ah, and there it is, the Steve Rogers Look Of Disapproval™️. His Eyebrows of Judgment™️ are doing the furrowing thing that happens when his lips pull into a scowl and the Biceps of Justice™️ are crossed condescendingly over his chest. All in all, it's a look that Tony is used to being on the receiving end of.

"This is me serious, Cap. See? Serious as can be, no humor here," Tony opens his arms in what is meant to be a surrendering gesture but probably looks more like a sarcastic jab at peace. "But maybe, maybe, you can tell me what I did first just so I know what I'm supposed to be apologizing for."

Tony watches with poorly disguised amusement as Steve throws his hands up in the air, what little patience he saves for Tony quickly disappearing.

"This is perfect, just like you to cause a media storm and not even care! Have you not been checking your phone all morning? I-"

Tony means to listen, really he does. But a certain someone takes that exact moment to pad into the kitchen, all bare feet and sleep-strewn red hair. It's easy to forget how deadly she is when Tony's AC/DC t-shirt drops all the way to mid-thigh and reveals precious inches of bare collarbone on her neck. Tony is only a man, has never claimed he's above being swayed by beautiful things— let alone something as beautiful as her. If he were a better man, he would tear his gaze away and at least act like he's listening to Steve. But Tony is not a better man, really, he's a pretty terrible one, the worst even, and losing himself to images of what lays under that t-shirt of his is a much better use of his time.

"-and now you're not even listening! Every time I try to give you a chance to explain yourself, you make it more difficult!"

"Steve, I don't even know what you're rambling about how am I supposed to act sorry if I don't know?"