Vampire! Stony gives me feels. Do they go out for meals? Like pick randoms off the road or go afte bad giys or ya know buy blood from meat packing district or blood banks? Yeqh, I'm weird.
Steve is surprised the first time Tony offers to take him out to eat.
“You eat.” he said slowly. “Real food.”
“Yes.” Tony didnt even look up from the book he is reading, something old and dusty and not in English. “I prefer not to eat red meat, but if that is what you want…”
“You dont eat red meat.” Steve laughed and Tony looked up them, a smile on his face because Steve had such a great laugh.
“Why is that funny?”
“Because you know–” Steve motioned a little awkwardly between them, then rubbed at his neck. “You know.”
“Oh.” Tony put his book down, clasping his hands in his lap. “You think because I am a vampire, I also prefer my meat bloody? No. I prefer chicken and fish, light pastas. Unless of course I am homesick, and then I need something less Mediterranean and more hearty.”
“Thats fair. Is it weird if I eat my steak fairly rare?”
“What are you really asking?” Tony leaned forward, dark eyes sparking. “Are you asking if seeing blood on your tongue would bother me?”
“I dont– I dont eat them that rare.” Steve gulped and Tony licked his lips, letting his fangs peek out from behind them. “I mean–”
“Relax.” Tony grinned, fangs and all. “Nothing you will eat will bother me. Lets go get some dinner.”
“Maybe put those away.” Steve tapped his own teeth and Tony grinned all the bigger.
“Perhaps I want a snack before we go.”
Tony never hunts when Steve is around him, and after they have become closer, he doesn’t hunt at all. Instead he visits gentleman’s clubs that cater specifically to vampires, where they employ women and men who are happy to bare their throat for a vamp, or if that is not what the vamp is looking for (like Tony), they can get it bagged, poured into wine bottles, or bottled more like a sauce.
The vampire community has come a long way from ripping peoples throats out in alleys, and there is honestly no reason for that at all.
Tony prefers his blood in a wine bottle, where he can keep it alongside the rest of his wine in his cellar, and sip from it as needed.
After a century or so, vamps lose the need to drink every day anyway, and at almost 300 years old, Tony can go almost a week without any blood at all, as long as he isnt using his powers.
When he has to use his powers though– nothing charges him like draining a fresh body.
But its been… decades…since hes had to do that.
The 1940s were such interesting, bloody times.