#stevextony

closed starter for @justa-tinman

It felt like Steve just kept losing - that maybe his whole life was defined by loss.  His parents, Bucky, Peggy, everyone he knew, his life.  He’d tried building it back again, and somehow managed to lose a lot of it, when he’d disagreed about the Sakovia accords and ended up on the run.  Then the absolute worst had happened.  Thanos had come and taken out half the life on the planet.  Almost everyone he’d known was gone. Bucky - again.  Sam.  T’Challa and his little sister Shuri.  Wanda.  Vision.  Nick Fury.  Maria Hill. Scott Lang.  Clint’s whole family.

Then there were the ones they couldn’t confirm.  He had no idea where Sharon had gotten to and he could only assume the worst.  Clint had gone awol. That kid that had worked with Tony was gone and so was Tony.  The last he’d heard they’d both climbed on one of Thanos’ ships but even if they had survived the snap, Steve had no idea how they were going to get back.

It only left a handful of people and of that handful.  Thor, Bruce, Rhodey, Natasha, and they had a new friend, a talking Racoon called Rocket.  And that was it.

It's not edited, I haven't gone back and revised anything. It is what it is. I give to you a married Steve/Tony, identity porn, civil war fight scene. This is right after it is revealed that the Winter Soldier killed Tony's parents.

Angst. Betrayal. Just a fun snippet I found :)

Summary:

It's the first time Steve and Tony have ever had sex, and Steve finds it a little more overwhelming than he expected to.

Tony’s breath was warm over his thighs, over his groin, over his cock, even through the fabric of his pants, his briefs. Steve’s own breath caught in his throat, stuttered over a groan. He felt his cheeks, his forehead, his ears go hot, burning, almost painfully hot, as it escaped him, and he was sure he’d gone red. “Tony,” he gasped.

Tony looked up at him, a flash of electric blue through a thick fan of dark eyelashes, and Steve bit his lip against a moan. “Mmm,” Tony said. “Yeah, honey?” Steve saw the curve of his lips in a crooked smile. “You want something?” His hands skimmed up, skimmed over Steve’s thighs, and he felt himself jerk up at the warmth of them through his slacks.

“I—” Steve breathed. He felt so hot, hot all over. His cock throbbed, already anticipating the warmth of Tony’s mouth. He could feel himself leaking at the tip, feel it dribbling down his length, soaking into his briefs. He felt himself going hotter. There was a tight, wanting coil at the base of his stomach, sensation lighting up his spine in hot, tingling licks of fire. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Tony—”

Thumbelina sized Stony is a gift that keeps on giving.

Tell me this is not incredibly them:

/ / / /

He saw Steve around the Triskelion every so often. He'd seen him last night, at the little party the team had had for the birthday Natasha had on her SHIELD paperwork, if you could even call it a party, but the last time he’d seen him before then had been at the Trisk—they’d ended up in the cafeteria together. Tony had just been planning to pick up a coffee, but Steve had managed to somehow talk him into getting something to eat, too, while he himself demolished enough lunch for five people. Steve had looked at him exactly the way you might expect a guy who had starved his way through the Great Depression to look at you if you told him you were skipping lunch, and the way his pale eyes had just bled genuine concern for Tony had been too much for him to stand up against, like Tony was going to faint at his workbench later if Steve didn’t see him eat a whole pasta salad right that minute.

Anyway, it had been … nice. The idea that Steve would even care if Tony passed out later was nice by itself—honestly, usually he had to pay people for that kind of attention. And Steve had been different, with both of them eating, not as much the serious, uptight guy he was in the field—still pretty serious, but also kind of funny in a understated way, interested in what Tony was doing and Tony in general, looking at him while he talked with a kind of sincere attention that was a bit dizzying at times. Tony had wished they hung out like that more often, but usually it didn’t end up that easy, it got all—weird and prickly between them. Steve had smiled at him like he was happy to see him every time he’d seen him around at the Trisk, though, and that had been … well, it had been nice, was all.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Fury said, tapping his fingers on the briefing table. The scowl on his face was impressive. “I didn’t send the alert out for my health. This is a developing situation. Does Cap think this is some kind of joke?”

“Come on, he said he was on his way,” Tony said. “This is the first time he’s ever been late, right? Like probably in his life. Cut the guy a little slack. Maybe the traffic’s bad, don’t have to get your panties in a twist.” Fury turned that scowl on him, which, as far as Tony was concerned, was a result. He grinned back. “Actually, do you wear panties? Probably not, right?”

Clint snorted a laugh from behind him.

“You seem like a matchy-matchy type of guy,” Tony went on, warming to his theme even as Fury’s one-eyed glare became all the more ominous. Tony was probably lucky he didn’t have a laser eye or explosives hidden behind that eye patch or something. He would have used it on Tony before now if he did, that was for sure. “All that black leather. Underwear probably black leather too, right? Match the coat. The eye patch. That seems like it would chafe. Does that chafe?”

“Stark,” Fury said, warningly. His tone was approaching a growl. Good, that probably meant his mind was off Cap and his lateness, at least. “You’re pushing it.”