Gay Marvel Match-Ups

Truth

"Anyone want the last doughnut?" said Peter, eyeing it.

"Yes," said Cap firmly. Peter silently pushed the plate across the kitchen table.

"Never mind." Jessica patted his shoulder consolingly. "People who wear costumes like ours have to watch our diets."

"Are you saying I'm fat?" Peter demanded in mock outrage.

"Actually I've often thought that having a fantastic ass must be an important part of the whole Spider-franchise," said Cap, and put his head in his hands.

There was an awkward silence. Logan opened another beer.

"I don't care if your liver regenerates; you drink too much." Cap didn't look up. "And Peter, I can always tell when you're staring at me beneath your mask. And it's far too often."

"He's probably got a crush on you." Logan smirked at Peter.

"No, but Mary Jane has. She's always finding something to do in the gym when I'm working out."

"It's okay, I knew that," Peter said. Logan and Jessica both stared at him. "What?"

Logan shook his head and looked at the door.

"Stark's back," he remarked.

"Oh, thank God," said Jessica.

"He's not due back until tomorrow." Cap's head snapped up, eyes wide with horror.

"Oh, I called him and told him what had happened - " Peter trailed off as Cap glared at him.

"You know, Peter, I can actually believe you did that, because - " Jessica clapped a hand over his mouth and the rest was unintelligible. Peter shrank in his chair. Cap took a breath and gently removed her hand. "Thank you, Jessica. I'm sorry, Peter."

"Oh, wow, you really are," said Peter, surprised, and then Tony appeared in the doorway.

"Hey!" He spotted Cap's abandoned doughnut and made a beeline for it. "Miss me?"

"Yes, very much," Cap said, and Tony paused with the doughnut half-way to his mouth.

"You did?"

"Yes, I kept waking up in the night and you weren't there, I almost called you half a dozen times just to hear your voice. Yesterday I watched the tape of that interview of you on the Daily Show, and when Peter came in I pretended it was a re-run."

"You actually weren't kidding about the truth serum, were you?" Tony was staring at Cap with a kind of unholy glee.

"No. We have to keep an eye on him in case of these allergic reactions." Peter passed him the list. "And by we, now you're home, I mean you. Because I never realised how many alarming thoughts Cap has. I was kind of expecting the Declaration of Independence on repeat."

"I do like the Declaration of Independence," Cap admitted. "But right now, I'd like to leave this terrible conversation and go and have sex with Tony, because it's been three days and that's far too long."

"You usually cope fine." Tony pressed a hand to his mouth, obviously trying not to laugh.

"But I don't like having to. We should have sex every day, at least, and you should never leave town. Or you should take me with you. I don't like your company because it takes up time you should be spending with me." Cap rested his head on the table with a low moan. "I wish I could think of a way to mute myself without permanent damage."

"Can you not just think about something else?" asked Jessica.

"Not with him right in the room," said Cap. "It's all I can think of. When he's wandering about in just that golden undersuit, I can't think of anything else. I almost fell down the stairs to the workshop last week because he was bending over to look under the car, and his ass-"