Prompt: Missing & Ravished: Steve POV,
first time he met Tony orthe suffering turning down drunk, flirty Tony.
Tony Stark had the best smile in the world, and Steve was
willing to kill anyone who said otherwise. He stared at Tony, mesmerized by the
way that Tony’s muscles shifted as he reached for one of the shots on the tray
that Loki was holding. Tony Stark had the best smile, and Bucky was a fucking
genius for hosting these barbeques.
“Drool a little more, Steve,” Sam said, not looking up from his magazine.
“I’m not drooling.”
“You’re drooling a little,” Natasha said.
Steve glared at them. At one point, it might’ve actually done some good. By now, they knew him well enough that they both just looked even more bored than before. He ended up huffing in frustration and slamming back the rest of his beer.
“I don’t have to sit here and take this,” he announced, getting up. As he walked away, he heard Natasha mutter something that made Sam laugh. Steve gave them the finger behind his back.
“Steeeeeeve!” Tony squealed when Steve walked up to them, eyes bright. He was obviously drunk, face flushed and voice slurred. “Steeeve, Loki gave me a jell-o shot!”
“Did he now,” Steve said, unsurprised. Loki loved to get people drunk. Well, actually Loki loved getting dirty secrets and blackmail material out of people, and drunk people were the easiest to get to. He was a shit that way.
“Shot, Captain?” Loki asked, offering the tray.
Steve was about to say no, but then Tony tugged at his arm. “Do a shot with me Steve, pleaaaaase?” he asked, batting his eyes.
How the hell could Steve say no to that? He nodded dumbly, grabbed a bright red shooter and tossed it back. Tony giggled and followed suit with a bright blue one. Loki gave them both a smirk and sauntered away.
“How many of those did Tony have?” Steve called after him. Loki, of course, ignored him.
Tony stumbled into him and Steve caught him, figuring that meant Tony’d reached his limit. He walked Tony over to the nearest lawn chair that was out of earshot of their annoying friends and helped Tony to sit. Then Steve sat next to him. His heart thumped in his chest when Tony leaned against him.
Shit, he was in so deep. And that wasn’t fair - not to anyone. Not to Tony, who was so damn good at being a police officer, who adored his job, who tried so hard to uphold the law. Not to Steve’s team, who’d been dragged into this because of Steve and who depended on him to make the right decisions. Not even to Steve, because he didn’t want a relationship where he was hiding half of himself from his partner.
But damn if Tony didn’t have pretty eyes.
“Steve,” Tony said again.
Steve looked down at him. Suddenly Tony’s face was so close. Inches away. Tony’s eyes were half-lidded and his lips were parted. He was moving closer too. Steve’s pulse quickened as he zeroed in on Tony’s lips. He wanted so badly to know what it would be like to kiss Tony -
He felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of his head and glanced up. Bucky was glaring at them. Or at Steve, really, hot glower practically screaming ‘DON’T DO THIS HE DESERVES BETTER’.
Steve jerked away. “How about a glass of water?”