Stony/Avengers One Shots!

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Normal P.O.V.

The avengers just got back from a rather exhausting mission and the second they arrived inside, everyone collapsed onto the couch.

"Someone...turn on a movie or somethin'..." Clint mumbled, looking like he was about to fall asleep already.

Natasha reached for the remote and turned on the T.V., not even bothering to look at what was on before dropping the remote back onto the floor.

"What is wrong with you, mortals?" Thor asks haughtily from behind the couch. "We should be celebrating! The enemy was mighty, but not mighty enough for the mIGHTY THOR!! Oh, and you all, of course."

"Shut up, Thor..." Steve grumbled. Tony wanted to crack a joke about the 'nice one' being rude but he didn't have the strength to even manage a syllable.

"Come on, let's break out the booze!" He cheered, expecting at least Tony to perk up at that, but all he got was angry grumbles and tiny snores. "You mortals are no fun," Thor declared, before leaving the room with a pout.

After about an hour, everyone had fallen fast asleep on the couch, curled up in balls, and breathing heavily.

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Steve slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't in his bed, that much was clear. After a minute of letting his eyes adjust, he noticed the large T.V. in front of him and the couch he was lying on.

He managed to sit upright and rubbed his head. He was the last one left in the living room, everyone had most likely left to get into their own beds even though the sun had just started to set.

Suddenly, he smelled something heavenly coming from the kitchen and turned all the way around to see Tony in an apron cooking at the stove. His jaw dropped in awe at the sight before him.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" Tony smiled. "Sleep well?"

Steve ignored his question and walked over to the counter, hugging his boyfriend from behind. "I didn't know you could cook!"

Tony chuckled a bit. "Heh, yeah. I don't do it often, usually, Barton is the one who cooks, but he's so knocked out there's no way he could do anything, so I thought I would help out a bit."

"How nice of you," Steve kissed him on the cheek. "What are you making?"

"Pan-roasted pastry rolls, layered with an herbed tomato sauce puree, a creamy blend of artisanal cheeses, and tender bites of aged salami," Tony responded completely focused.

Steve stood in confusion for a minute before Tony laughed. "In other words, pizza rolls!" He smiled before flinging a little tomato sauce at Steve.

Steve laughed and rubbed his nose all over Tony's face, getting the sauce on him too.

"Hey! How disrespectful to your chef!" Tony pretended to be offended.

"You're right...would you like me to help you...clean up?" Steve smirked and licked a little sauce off Tony's cheek.

Tony froze for only a moment when Steve's attempt at having a moment was interrupted by him pulling back in surprise. "Wow, this really good!"

"Wh-What?" Tony asked in shock.

"It's totally awesome! I mean...you can really cook!" Steve complimented.

"O-Oh...thanks!" He smiled and turned back to the food. "I should probably get back to this..."