“Still a spoiled brat, huh? Ordering people around to get what you want?” Steve asked, and when Tony turned to him, ready to unleash some sort of scathing retort, his eyes widened in anger because Steve was staring at his ass while talking to him.
“My eyes are up here.” he snapped and Steve didn’t even attempt to look up.
“This is a better view. And you didn’t answer my question. You still a spoiled brat or has ten years changed–”
Tony balled up his fist and swung hard, connecting with Steve’s fucking bearded face with an overly satisfying crack, watching as the man dropped onto the steps.
"And how’s the view from down THERE, Captain?”
Steve rubbed his jaw and tried not to smile as Tony stormed away.
Public Male Bonding. Over the weekend, a lucky fan met Richard Armitage, Lee Pace, and an unnamed friend while they were out midnight snacking on kebabs because why not.
According to Jessi, Lee didn’t agree to a pic because he’s shy. (which is Lee-speak for “No one’s supposed to know I’m in Berlin because as far as anyone knew, I’ve been filming my new movie in New York.”) Other than that, Jessi seemed to have a lovely encounter.