"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned t
Avengers, Wrestle! by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Avengers, Wrestle!
"Kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss the helmet."
"C'mon, Steve. Kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss it, Tony."
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before."
"Shut up."
"I'll shut up if you kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss your helmet."
"Kiss me then." Tony smiled at Steve, his brown eyes sparkling. Steve laughed, pulling on his gloves as Jarvis finished suiting Tony up. When everything but the helmet covered Tony, Steve turned around, gently pressing his lips to Tony's. "Thank you, Captain." Tony winked, turning away as the helmet of his Iron Man suit c
“It isn’t proper protocol, Tony,” Steve said, voice deceptively calm. “Someone could’ve gotten—”
Iron Man’s faceplate snapped up, revealing Tony’s tense frown. “I knew no one would get hurt. Do you really think I would’ve done it if I thought someone would get hurt?” A smirk flashed across his face for a brief second. “They don’t call me a genius for nothing, Steve. I don’t know why you can’t seem to get that.” He turned on his heel to walk away, and the armor fell from him as he went, reassembling neatly in its base.
Steve squared his jaw.
I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home by emo-nerd, literature
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I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
It started out harmless enough, as all things involving Tony Stark did. He wasn't malicious or conniving by nature, no, he just knew how to get his way most of the time. And when one has natural charm and charisma, would it not be prudent to use said attributes to one's advantage? Again, no. He really couldn't care less about all the fame and admiration his money and legacy brought him, despite what the tabloids would have people believe. He wanted, and felt he deserved, to be admired and sought after for his genius and engineering aspects that were slowly helping the world become a better place; the natural charm and charisma were just
This was all too familiar. The sounds of battle, the screams of civilians, the haze of smoke and blood on the battlefield. It seemed like only yesterday that the Avengers were up against the Chitauri, though it had really been a year. Time flew quickly when people were trying to blow you up.
This time they were dealing with A.I.M., a group of super-intelligent scientists who wanted to claim the world for their own. They had assembled a huge army of robots, and ironically, were attempting to take New York. Why did they always start with the big cities, Steve wondered. Why not start by easily taking down quiet off-the-radar towns so that they
There was this thing bothering Tony. There were times when he was with Steve that he got this strange feeling, he had no idea what it was, but it felt like his his chest was tightening and his throat felt itchy.
Sometimes it happened during and/or after sex. Other times it was at four in the morning when Steve came down to his workshop and -instead of dragging him to bed- handed him a fresh cup of coffee and asked Tony what he was doing.
It happened when they had silly fights about the remote. It also happened when they had more serious fights after one of them gets injured in battle. Sometimes they spent hours without talking to each other