“Hey, guess what I have for you!”
Steve lifted his eyes up from the newspaper, at his boyfriend’s bright voice. Tony was standing in front of him, rocking on his heels in excitement, a huge, huge grin spread on his face. He held his hands in front of himself, cupped together, left hand on top of the right one, as if hiding something in his palms. Tony was practically buzzing from the secret he wanted so badly to share.
“What is it, Tony?” Steve asked, smiling back at his over excited lover.
Tony took a deep breath, his grin getting even bigger than the one he already had. “I found a spider,” he whispered dramatically, his nose scrunching from the smile.
“You found what?” Steve asked, cocking his head to the side gently, and sending Tony a soft look. He very well remembered the last time Tony ‘found’ a spider. Tony was not a good sprinter, but it was the fastest Steve ever saw him running. Not mentioning the blood-curdling screech.
“Spider! Wanna see?!” Tony’s excitement didn’t falter, and he moved his hands apart, looking at his palms. “Huh, that’s odd…” he pulled eyebrows together in confusion, “I think it got away…”
“Oh, too bad,” Steve smiled, deciding to humor his boyfriend. “I really wanted to see it.”
“Yeah. Too bad it got away.”
“Oh, well… I mean, it is not entirely lost because… it is sitting on you shoulder!”
Totally on reflex, Steve turned his head, looking at his left shoulder, the one Tony pointed at. As expected, there was nothing there. Until, Tony took a step closer and put his hand on Steve’s arm, quickly walking his fingers up and fluttering fingertips against soldier’s neck.
“Hehhehehey!!” Steve yelped in laughter, abruptly shaking his head and scooting away from the hand. “Tohohony!”
“It is not me, it is the spider!” Tony justified himself, continuing to tap against soldier’s neck. “Oh, and seems that it brought a friend!”
“AAHH! Hahahahaa!!” Steve erupted into bright laughter, when his neck was attacked from both sides, quick fingers running over his neck and cheeks and ears in feather light touches. “Bahahabe! Stahahap!” he asked, hiding more and more into the couch.
“Why do you insist it is me? It’s the spiders!” Tony replied, gleefully reducing his super boyfriend into a giggling, helpless puddle.
“Nohohoho!” Steve managed to yelp out, not being idle anymore and softly slapping on Tony’s hand, using the fraction of a second to jump to his feet and ran.
“Hey, you kill one, two more will take its place!” Tony called in humor, running after his soldier, wiggling fingers in the air.
“Tony, leave me alone!”
“It is the spiders, Steve! They want to play with you!”
“Come on, don’t you want to see spiders tap dancing?”
“No, I dohohon’t!!”
“But your ribs are perfect for this! It is like a little scene for them! Just look. Tap tap tap tap–”
That day, the encores performed by the spiders were numerous.