Father Tell Me, We Get What We Deserve

Clint insists that, knowing those two saps, sex is gonna be a slow, romantic business, with them looking at each other in the eyes and whispering sweet nothings to each other in between soft kisses. Natasha seems unconvinced, but the rest of the Avengers agree with him.

Which is why everyone is so surprised when, the morning after Steve and Tony’s third date, Tony limps into the communal kitchen, gingerly attempts to sit down, and honest-to-god winces the second his ass touches the chair. Steve follows immediately after him and they exchange a small smile. Steve hands Tony an absurdly large mug filled to the brim with coffee, and Clint’s gaze drops to the very obvious handcuff marks on Tony’s wrists. Tony inevitably catches Clint staring, and smirks.

“Steve Rogers – putting the Dom in freedom since 1920,” he says, winking.

Bruce drops the cup of tea he was nursing in his hands.

Thor laughs and congratulates his friends on their “joyful union” with his booming voice

Steve turns an alarming – and absolutely adorable, if you asked Tony – shade of red, but smiles.

sometimes I wonder if I myself, was ever mine.

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