veteratorianvillainy said: actually
had a decent day until I got home? Then everything came crashing down
bc gd forbid I take up any space in my own house XP literally anything
with Tony. Like him drunkenly confessing his crush on steve (even though
theyve been dating forever)
“Yes, Tony,” Steve says and can’t quite control the way his mouth twitches as he desperately fights off a smile. He and Tony are sitting on the couch with the rest of the Avengers scattered around the common room TV and Tony has, perhaps, had more than a few drinks.
“Steeeve,” he says, voice going a little whiny.
“Shhh,” Natasha says, but she doesn’t look away from whatever it is they’re watching. Steve hadn’t really been paying attention when it was selected. He’s not really paying attention now, because Tony’s alcohol-warmed face is pressed into his shoulder.
“Steve,” Tony whispers. “I have to tell you something important.”
Steve bites his lip. “Okay, what is it?”
Tony stares at him, eyes a little glassy, his fingers flexing where they’ve come to rest on Steve’s sleeve. “Steve,” he whispers. “I don’t– I mean, I—I have. God, this is embarrassing. I have the worst crush on you.”
Steve coughs to hide his laugh. He and Tony have been dating for almost five weeks now. “Oh,” he says, “wow, Tony, that’s great.”
“Jesus, we could have ended the run around months ago if we’d just got him wasted enough?” Clint says. Natasha clips him on the back of the head.
Tony blinks a few times and then turns an adorably puzzled expression on him. “It is?”
“It is.” Steve lowers his voice conspiratorially. “I have a crush on you, too.”
Tony’s eyes go wide. “No shit.”
Steve has to choke down laughter again. He nods. “It’s true.”
“Wow,” Tony breathes. “Can I—can I kiss you?”
Steve can’t help the fond, silly smile that spreads across his face. He cards his fingers through the hair on the side of Tony’s head and draws him closer. “Yes. In fact, I insist.”
Tony makes an adorable squeak as Steve hauls him forward the rest of the way, the noise fading to a soft groan as their lips touch. His hand lands on Steve’s chest, his mouth soft and wet and tasting of the strawberry daiquiris Clint had foisted on all of them. Steve’s pretty sure they had at least double the recommended amount of alcohol.
Tony’s kisses are sloppy, all his finesse gone under the influence, but all the passion, all the interest is still there. It makes Steve feel warm all over.
“Wow,” Tony breathes when Steve pulls back and Steve smiles at him.
“You’re really cute like this, Tony,” he says and Tony’s starry-eyed expression morphs into a frown.
“’m not cute. ’m sexy. Scorchingly, mind-blowingly sexy—”
This time Steve doesn’t stifle his laugh and he hauls Tony back in for another kiss.