vinyl ch 2 preview | PG | Steve/Tony
“Oh my babies,” Tony said when they arrived at the garage. He reached out like he couldn’t help it, ran his fingers across the glossy paint job of the nearest car with the exact same reverence his wife did. And he made exactly the same face, the sour frown of resignation, when they stopped in front of the truck. “Cap,” said this Tony who barely knew him, “did I know about this before the wedding?”
“You bought it for me.” He motioned back at the other cars, the sleek, small beautiful machines. “We can take one of those if you want, but the paparazzi have been known to swarm any time they see one.”
“We’ll take your stupid truck,” Tony said. He went around to the passenger side and climbed into the cab. “Not bringing your shield?” he asked.
“I wasn’t anticipating running into any super villains at the mall,” Steve said. There it was again, that spike of worry about the world his wife had been thrown into. It was small and pointed, like a burr that got trapped inside a boot, digging into the meat of his calf. “I try not to take it anywhere I don’t want to start a fight.”
Tony snorted. “I’ve never known you to turn down a fight.”
“Not all fights are worth fighting,” but more importantly, “seatbelt.”
Tony laughed to himself, at some joke he didn’t feel like sharing, as he pulled the seat belt around and buckled it. When he was finished he put his hands on his thighs and looked at him expectantly, “I’m all ready, Cap.”
They were all the way out of the drive before Tony said, “all of them are coming? All the Avengers?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered, “I can’t call Thor but I left a message with Maria Hill about Dr. Selvig and Jane Foster. I don’t know what happened but there aren’t many people I know that are smarter than them, and you and Bruce. If it’s science, you can figure it out and if it’s not—”
“You can punch it?” Tony prompted.