After his many failed attempts to woo Steve fail, Tony decides to take a softer approach. A quiet rooftop dinner atop the Tower. He's pleasantly surprised when it works.
Word Count: N/a - Moodboard
Title: A New, More Successful Approach
Rating: Teens
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Alcohol (Shown)
Major Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Courtship, Mutual Pining, Tony's been trying to win Steve's attention for so long but he wasn't speaking Steve's language, Steve thought Tony's attempts were just jokes and that Tony wasn't really interested, Dating
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Summery: After his many failed attempts to woo Steve fail, Tony decides to take a softer approach. A quiet rooftop dinner atop the Tower. He's pleasantly surprised when it works.
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all I want is a room up there and you in it (steve/tony)
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, G, 1.1k of fluff, kissing, and saying i love you | Stony Bingo Prompt: Slice of Life | on ao3
When Tony wakes, he hears the coffee percolating in the kitchen downstairs. It’s so quiet, everywhere, and they'd taken a day to get used to it before Steve figured out that the coffee bubbling away was soothing. Tony hums to himself as he wakes, opening his eyes slowly to adjust to the light.
Steve is outside on the balcony, wearing his pair of striped blue shorts and nothing else as he dips a small paint brush into a plastic palette they’d bought on a whim in the store they’d stopped by.
Tony doesn’t move from the bed, content to watch the way the muscles of Steve’s back shifts as he paints. It’s only when Steve turns to take a drag from his cigarette, perched precariously on the edge of the table holding his other painting materials, that he notices Tony’s awake.
“Good morning,” Steve says, taking one last drag of the cigarette before putting it out and walking inside. He’s smiling widely, like it’s something new to have Tony waking up near him. He always smiles like that when Tony wakes.
“Hello,” Tony says, before rolling onto his back and yawning, stretching out his body. The bed dips, and Steve slides in beside him, pulling him close. He buries his face into the crook of Tony’s shoulder and inhales deeply; it makes Tony laugh. “Steve,” he says, pushing Steve away without much conviction. He can feel Steve’s lips curl into a smile against his skin, and Steve presses his face even closer so that his nose bumps the tender skin just beneath Tony’s ear.
Tony turns his head and Steve presses a quick kiss on his lips, then on his nose.
“Coffee?” Steve asks, already disentangling himself from Tony. He knows the answer, and Tony rolls around in bed for a few more moments, feeling utterly and completely content.
“Brush your teeth,” Steve says as he walks downstairs, and Tony groans, but drags himself out of bed anyway. He knows from three days of this routine that if he doesn’t, then Steve isn’t giving him coffee (and worse, isn’t going to kiss him). Sure, they were different people when they were on vacation, but some rules stayed.
Tony’s brain slowly comes online as he goes through his morning ablutions, and when he walks back into the bedroom, there’s a cup of coffee waiting for him on the bedside table. Steve is back on the balcony, cigarette hanging from his lips as he picks up the palette and paintbrush.
Vacation Steve was a revelation; Tony had never imagined to see Steve this loose. He smoked, first of all, which wasn’t a surprise—but in the mansion, Tony knew he’d only sneak off and have one when things got too hairy. But out here, he smoked leisurely, like it was something that he’d always done. Maybe it’s a habit from the war that he never shook off.
Tony picks up his discarded robe from the floor and slips it on, taking his coffee with him as he leans against the balustrade of the balcony. Vacation Steve was also much more comfortable with being unclothed, Tony notes. He takes a sip from his coffee as he turns the thought over in his mind.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve asks, eyes still on the small canvas. It’s a landscape of their view, the trees and then just beyond them, the sea.
Tony realizes he hasn’t said anything when Steve turns to look at him, eyebrows raised in concern.
“Sorry,” Tony laughs, setting down his now empty cup and sidling up to Steve. “I was distracted by how gorgeous you look.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but it’s undercut by the smile on his lips, disbelieving and pleased in equal measure at the praise. “Ugh,” he says.
Tony laughs, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist and resting his other hand on Steve’s chest. He leans forward a little, just enough to really get into Steve’s space. “What? It’s true,” he says, smiling at Steve, who bites his lip in anticipation. Tony reaches up and thumbs at Steve’s flushed cheek before kissing him, properly this time.
Tony pulls away after a moment, pressing another kiss to Steve’s lips just for the hell of it, then says, “I’m going to make breakfast.”
Steve’s mouth opens, then closes just as quickly. He looks at odds with himself, like he wants to say more but can’t decide if he should.
Now it’s Tony’s turn to roll his eyes. “Cereal,” he says, before turning around with a flourish of his robe.
“I wasn’t going to say anything!” Steve says, a beat too late. Tony looks at Steve over his shoulder and sticks out his tongue.
Later, he situates himself on one of the rickety chairs of the balcony with a bowl of cereal and continues to watch Steve paint. It’s a nice day out, the sea breeze cooled further by the trees around them.
Steve’s playing music from his phone (another discovery), and Tony is content to eat quietly and bask in the mid-morning sunlight. They’ll probably trek down to the beach once Steve is done painting, but what time that would be is anyone’s guess. Tony’s mind is pleasantly blank, happy to follow along to the beat of the music Steve’s playing, when Steve kneels down beside him.
He’s a bit pink already from being outside, and it suits him, this rosy glow. Tony tilts his head in question, and Steve parts his lips open.
Tony huffs but leans forward so he can properly feed Steve a spoonful of cereal. It’s the last bits of his breakfast, and they’re soggy, which he hates. Horrifyingly enough, this is fine with Steve, who chews happily. Tony can’t help but smile along with him.
Steve leans forward and presses his lips against Tony’s, tasting of sugar and milk.
“I love you, you know,” Steve says, touching the tips of their noses together.
“I know,” Tony says, snorting a little. “You don’t have to sound so earnest every time you say it,” he adds, shifting forward now to kiss Steve again.
Steve pulls away. “Well I am earnest every time I do say it,” he says, a stubborn set to his jaw.
“I love you,” he says, resting his hands on Tony’s knees and using it as leverage to lean up to kiss Tony.
“I love you,” he says, when he pulls away again and his breath ghosts over Tony’s lips, then closes the space between them again.
“I love you,” he says, pushing forward and nipping gently on Tony’s bottom lip, parting his lips open.
The chair Tony’s lets out a dangerous creak, making them jump apart. They look at each other, nervous looks on their faces, and then burst out laughing.
“You fucking sap,” Tony says, standing up from the chair and dragging Steve up with him. “I love you too,” he says, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him close into a deeper kiss.
oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: MCU or adjacent fandom x Leverage (TV)
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer
Rating: Teen
Words: 3,035
Tags: Established Relationships, Phone Calls, News Media, Scams & Cons (for the greater good of course), 5+1 Things, Bad Puns, Tiberius Stone, Justin Hammer
Summary: 5 times Tony spoke on the phone with the Leverage team to discuss a job he hired them to do—plus one they talked about what he's paying them.
For the “paparazzi” square on my Steve/Tony bingo.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Man Out of Time
Stony Bingo 2019 fill (square S2)
Prompt: canon- man out of time
“Have a problem there, Cap, darling?”
“Oh, uh, hey, Tony.” Steve looked at Tony over his shoulder then turned back to the laptop in front of him. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. What happened to writing letters or talking to people in person?”
Tony chuckled at the frustration in Steve’s voice. Poor man was still getting used to waking up seventy years in the future. The amount of times he grumbled like the old man he would have been now if not for getting frozen was amusing and a little sad. It seemed like everyone expected Steve to just be fine and adjust, but things were so different.
Tony put a hand on the back of the chair he was sitting in and leaned over Steve’s shoulder. Steve was doing something for SHIELD, filling out a report, reading an email, something—it didn’t really matter. And honestly Tony didn’t care what it was. He just wanted to help Steve. After a quick glance at the screen and the error message Tony said, “You’re not connected to the wi-fi.”
“That’s the internet, right? I was connected. I think.” His voice petered off, the last words said under his breath, shoulders slumping. Steve was such a strong man, he’d led armies, fought wars, but faced with a computer and a wi-fi connection he lost his confidence.
“Don’t worry about it; it’s an easy fix. Probably just hit the button on accident,” Tony said, reaching over to push the right buttons, one arm on either side of Steve. “There you go. Fixed it.”
He didn’t move, stayed with his chest pressed to Steve’s back and the chair, arms almost wrapped around him. Steve’s cheek brushed his when Steve turned his head, leaning back a bit. His eyes were wide, staring at Tony like a deer in headlights.
“Thanks.” Steve swallowed, but he didn’t tell Tony to move. They had been dancing around each other for weeks. Hell, if he were honest, probably since that first day on the helicarrier.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, tell me now, Cap.”
“If you’re going to kiss me, you should call me Steve.”
“Roger that,” Tony said then claimed Steve’s lips. He lifted one of his hands to cup Steve’s cheek, running his tongue along his bottom lip asking for entry. Steve sighed and Tony gently explored Steve’s mouth, humming when he felt one of Steve’s hands tentatively brush his side before settling on his back.
“Well,” Tony said a moment later when he reluctantly ended the kiss. He smiled at Steve. “You should get disconnected from the wi-fi more often.”
“I know you’re trying to be cute when you say that, but…” He trailed off, giving the laptop some serious side eye. He sighed, turning his eyes back to Tony. “I probably will.”
“For your information, I’m always cute.” He gave Steve a quick peck, startling a laugh out of him and straightened. “And anytime you need help, I’m here,” he said and it meant so much more than just helping Steve become computer literate. Steve’s expression told Tony that the other man understood what Tony hadn’t said.
“I know.” His smile was soft.
“I’ll let you get back to work. I have… stuff to build… or something.” He was reluctant to leave Steve, but he didn’t want to come on too strong either.
He didn’t get far before Steve said, “Do you want to get dinner later?”
Tony spun on his heels. “What?”
“Dinner? Do… people still do that?”
“Eat dinner? Oh, no, never. That went the way of the typewriter.”
Steve didn’t look amused by that. Oops. “I meant go on dates,” he said, sounding exasperated, but then his eyes widened a fraction, cheeks coloring.
“Is Captain America asking me out on a date?” He kept his tone light, but it was kind of an adolescent dream come true. He’d been a little obsessed with Captain America, growing up with his dad telling him stories all the time it was kind of inevitable.
Steve pushes back from the table and stood, coming to a stop in front of Tony. “No, Steve Rogers is asking you on a date.”
“That’s even better.” Tony took Steve’s hand in his. “I’d love to.”
After their trip to Rome and he was wandering down the old paths he came across the wall, The Juliet wall, he glanced at the many letters left and by pure accident. How else would you explain it? He found one. One from an Anthony Stark left nearly twenty years ago and addressed to a man named Steve Rogers.
It's been…. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you Steve and yeah, you've said it too and goddammit we are going to be together. No matter what my father says.
Peter poured over the letters. He didn't know who this Steve was. But from the letters his father was in love, entranced and Peter would find this man.
