#stilldebatable

an exploration into pre-aou stony cuteness + lots of awkward steeb nursing a growing crush on @stilldebatable

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Tony Stark was a handsome guy.  There was no arguing that.  

Steve Rogers certainly wouldn’t.  He would be slower to admit that the billionaire had all the stupid, irritating personality flaws that made him light up like a Christmas tree whenever Tony would talk to him.  Not to mention big brown eyes.  Steve loved big brown eyes.  And dark hair.  And olive skin.  And razor-sharp wit... and a desire to fight... and razor sharp intelligence that could rival any historical genius.

Had he used a search engine to check if Tony was into men after finding out that being bisexual was legal?  Did he straighten up a little when he saw the old college photos of Tony kissing men at wild parties?  Yes, but just out of sheer curiosity. 

 Did he have a crush?  No.  No?

...No.  He didn’t.  That would’ve been impractical.  

Tony was a member of the team... and besides, the only evidence of him being interested in men was a TMZ video from nearly a decade ago, of him leading a heavily pixelated guy into a hotel room.  Apparently it had led to a press “scandal” in the early 2000s.  There was no proof.  So, was Steve mentally crushing down a few nervous butterflies when he went knocking on Tony’s lab door?

No.  He absolutely wasn’t.

Continued from X @stilldebatable

Bucky had spent weeks trying to locate his husband after F.R.I.D.A.Y had woken him up one morning with an urge of worry over her ‘boss’ who’d gone missing. He had gotten the location, though it worried him that his husband might have been a goner. Luckily he still had his old suit, and it didn’t take too much for him to come up with a cloaking device to make the Wakandan arm look like the original soviet arm. 

Blending in was easy enough. He only had to knock out one guard the others seemed to just think that the asset had returned ‘home’. Hearing word of their ‘new’ prisoner not being compliant and thus placed in a torture box. His stomach dropped, though he still calmly walked through the building. Stopping when he heard whimpers and zapping noises. He slipped into the holding room and looked around. Sending out a location to ping to F.R.I.D.A.Y along with a quick ‘if I’m not back in 48 hours, contact the others.’ He knelt down, pressing a gloved hand to his muzzled mouth. Getting to work first on knocking out the camera in the room and replacing the footage quickly. Not wanting Tony to be afraid nor make too much noise. 

He reached out slowly with a bionic hand, as his vibranium fingers curled around the thick bars, the cloak began to fizzle though he pressed through the pain that had shot up into his shoulder. Ripping the mask off as he felt breathless, being electrocuted as he pried the door open. It had taken more out of him than he expected. Tears streaming down his cheeks by the time he’d managed to break the door off of the cage. Dropping it as he laid on his back. His bionic fingers twitching. 

They had set up a room for this. For damage control, technically. This was how he wanted to start it, a mock fight, for Stark to defeat him, to take ownership of him, to make the god of mischief kneel. 

Loki conjured daggers to his hands - fakes, no stronger than plastic - and faced off against his opponent.

“So it comes to this, Man of Iron,” he declared. “Prepare to be defeated, once and for all.”

“My mom’s boyfriend.”

1(slightly NSFW) A bubble bath

What.  The.  Hell.

Tony looked down at the letter in his hand, explaining how he had been selected for Celebrity Cook-Off and would be filming in-studio next Thursday.

“Why the hell did you sign me up for this?  I can barely cook!” Tony protested, not happy at all.

“What’s wrong, Stark?” Nat asked with a grin.  “I thought you liked a chance to learn new skills.”