Tony lost track of time. He was forever doing that, though generally it was because he was working. In a way, he was working, and productively. He'd never slept better in the last two days than he had with Steve. Sex, food, naps-- what else was there to do?

Oh. Right. The equipment he had originally been called to fix...

Tony was deep inside of Steve, the captain on his back with his legs in the air, when Friday interrupted them. "Boss, as requested, I'm to remind you when the Captain's leave it over? Five minutes and counting down."

Hands around each of Steve's ankles, Tony groaned in annoyance and agony. "You've got to be... Kidding... Shit..!"