#marvelromance

Title: TBD, Part Two (Still No Name, Any Ideas?)

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader

Rating: TBD

Word Count: 1.411

Notes: Errors, first draft. Tense changes several times. I’ll fix it before the final one, I just wanted to share what I do have. Sort of part two. I want to break it up better and post it again more polished, but I really want to share it with you all.

Enjoy!!

Two weeks later, holed up in my room, Tony’s offer is looking more and more appealing. It has been such a long time, and I’m not one to sleep with strangers, but Tony isn’t a stranger. I’ve worked with him and the other Avengers for almost three years now. I’ve lived in the compound with them for two. But Tony isn’t the one I want to be with. He’s attractive, and I’m sure he has more than his share of experience in bed, but the feelings I have for that someone else are so much stronger. The type of feelings that I know aren’t going away, I just know it. Feelings that would make sleeping together so much more than just sex. And make it so much better than just a one time time thing. I hope. If he even feels the same for me. I don’t know if he does, even though sometimes I think, hope, he might. I close my eyes and see his cerulean blue eyes, full pink lips, sweet smile, soft blond hair….my stomach flips and my heart races just thinking about him. Stupid bastard. I didn’t mean to fall in love with Steve Rogers, but that’s exactly what I’d done.

“You did what?” The rest of the team is either out or already gone to bed. Tony and I stay in the lounge area, drinking, talking and laughing. Sam already came out and told us to keep it down. I’m too tipsy to tell if we are. Actually, I think I’ve gone past tipsy. Just a little, though. Tony’s arm slings over my shoulders and we laugh more.I lay my head back against his arm. Somehow, later in the night, I end up with my legs slung over Tony’s lap, his hand resting on my thigh. I lean over to put my glass down, I’m not fall down drunk, but my balance is a little precarious. I nearly lunge headfirst into the coffee table. An arm slings around my waist and pulls me back up. The glass falls to the floor, but neither of us notice. We laugh as Tony pulls me back into his lap. Tony’s tolerance for alcohol is certainly higher than mine, but we’re so close I can smell the liquor on his breath. I’m not sure who moves first, but the next thing I know, our lips are pressed together. It’s a been a long time since I’ve even been kissed, so my heart does a little flip, and I don’t pull away. It’s nice, Tony’s a good kisser (no surprise here) and I’m kissing him back. When we pull away, there’s still hardly any space between us. And then Tony whispers, “So, any chance you’d reconsider my offer?” I think about it. All the reasons not to flying through my head. But then another voice flies through my head saying., Why not? Why shouldn’t you? You’re not cheating on anyone. Who says you can’t? And I find myself nodding, whispering, “Uh-huh.” “Is that a yes?” “Yes,” I whisper. Tony smirks and kisses me again. His hand tangles in my hair, and after a few minutes I half expect to lay me down on the couch and just do it right there. But then he stands up and tugs on my hand, leaving the empty bottles and glasses. By the time we get to his room, his lips are on mine again, and he fumbles with the door. Finally he gets it open and locks it behind him. We stumble farther into the room, his shirt somehow flying off in the process. My knees hit the back of the bed and he climbs on top of me.

Steve I ruffle my hair as I walk down the hallway. My room’s down the hall from Tony’s. Still, I thought I heard him stumble into his room late last night. Early this morning, more like. I think it was around 2:00 a.m. We were all up in the common area together for a while, but that doesn’t mean much. Tony could’ve went out and found a girl, like he usually does. Y/N was up with him when I turned in. I offered to walk her back to her room. I smile at the memory of her sweet grin and the blush dusting her cheeks. And nearly walk into Bucky. “Hey,” he laughs. “Watch where you’re going, punk.” “Sorry,” I mutter. He looks at me a second too long. “Gee, I wonder who you’re thinking about.” “Shut up,” I grumble. He chuckles and I glance sideways at him. “Does everyone know?” “Hell no,” he says. “I know, of course. I think Nat might.” “And…Y/N?” “Y/N? Oh, well, she’s more clueless than you are. Look, one of you needs to say something already.” “I-I will, I just…” “You’re afraid she doesn’t feel the same, yeah, yeah, I know.” I frown at him. “She does, Steve, I swear she does. She just…she has no idea how you feel. Somebody has to make the first move already.” I nod, I know he’s right. I look toward her door, picturing her asleep behind it, thinking about how much I want to hold her, just as Tony’s door opens a few doors down. I expect to see him come out with his hair rumpled and clothes a mess but who I do see freezes the breath in my lungs. I swallow as Y/N walks out of Tony’s room. Nothing on but one of Tony’s shirts, the first couple of buttons undone so that her some of her cleavage peeks out from beneath it. I try to avert my gaze but end up looking at her bare legs. Tony’s shirt coming down about mid-thigh. “Oh,” her soft gasp of surprise makes me look up at her face but I avoid her eyes. “Morning, doll,” Bucky says beside me. “Morning, Bucky. Steve…” she says my name and just hearing it breaks my heart. After she was in Tony’s room, in his bed, in his arms, last night. She was the girl he stumbled into his room with at 2 in the morning. Bucky nudges my shoulder. “Good morning, Y/N,” it comes out more formal than I’d meant it to. She does up another button on Tony’s shirt and my jaw clenches, desperately wishing it my clothes she was wearing, not his. “Um. I was just about to make some coffee. Do you boys want some?” “Sure, we’d love some. Thanks. Y/N.” She smiles and walks away, the blush dusting her cheeks this time making me furious. At her. But also at Tony. “That wasn’t the move I expected…” Bucky mumbles and I clench my fists and walk back the way I came. “Steve!” “What?” “Look, you don’t know the whole story here, so don’t go writing her off because…” “Because she slept with Stark?” “I know she feels the same way you do, I know it.” “Oh yeah, she’s made that pretty clear.” “Come on.” He grabs my arm and turns me to face him. “If you won’t talk to Y/N about it, talk to Stark?” My eyes dart toward his room and I nod. “But maybe calm down first.”

Y/N Steve never came out for coffee this morning. Bucky said he was going to train. I meander down there to see Nat, Clint, Bucky, Sam, and Bruce all watching something from around the sidelines. I hold out the tray of coffees I brought down. Steve and Tony. That’s who they’re watching. They’re just sparring, though, what’s the big deal? “What’s going on?” I ask Sam. He takes a coffee and sips it before answering. “I think Steve is trying to kill Tony.” “What?” I frown and turn toward the pair. “Why?” Bucky comes up on my other side and takes a coffee, his eyes boring into mine significantly. I blink and turn back toward the two men. Because Tony and I…? No…. Steve lands a hard punch to Tony’s jaw. He falls back onto the mat. “Jesus! What the hell, Cap?!” Natasha’s eyes catch Bucky’s. He must have told her? Bucky gently takes my arm and leads me out with the rest of the team. “Wait, what are you-?”