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Post AoU for starkingenuity

He's old. Old enough to have settled down. Old enough he's letting other people save the world and only stepping in from time to time. There's no 'Honey I'm home' when he steps through door. There's silence and quiet. He makes dinner for one. His bed is cold. He sits and reads the paper while he watches the world move on outside. There's laughter in the hallway. Footsteps. No one knocks on his door. He eats leaning against the counter in the kitchen. Alone. All alone. 'I got no plans tomorrow night' echos in his mind.

Suddenly, no one is on the streets. There are no numbers in his phone. Everything empty and gone and there's just Steve. Steve standing in nothingness. 'Man out of time' 'Nothing but a soldier' 'You can't live without a war' 'Go home, Steve'

He jolted awake, hand raising to rub at his face and it shouldn't have been a nightmare at all but it is anyway. How alone he felt in this century. His friends helped, they did, but they couldn't always be here. He lived and breathed his life as an Avenger. What else did he have? Nothing. He shook it off, like he always did and got dressed, laced up his boots. Most of his team was out of the picture right now. Off doing whatever they did on leave.

Steve paced his room at the New Avenger facility, paced the hallways and spoke to the Agents that were here. He took a walk outside and thought of Tony. The billionaire visited every once in awhile but it'd been awhile. He didn't even know what the man was up to now but Steve... Steve needed to connect with someone to shake off the dredges of his loneliness, someone that wasn't just working here, someone he had a connection to.

So he called Tony.

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"Nah," he said to the water and shook his head. It wasn't the response he was really interested in anyway. Especially because Rogers had learned how to punk him, call him out, or was actually truly interested in him. As a person.

Which was sort of crazy. Tony arched an eyebrow and followed him.

"Question: you don't really like me so why is this of any interest to you? I mean, I know I'm hot--"

He shrugged, took a drink of his own water and watched Tony as he crossed toward him. Steve sighed at the question because it was his own stubbornness working against him here.

"I meant it when I said I'd miss you," he told him, blue eyes on the other man. It was a shame that Tony thought he didn't like him. "I like you, despite not agreeing with some of the choices you make."

"Um..." Tony arched an eyebrow and leaned over the breakfast bar. It made him even shorter than Steve than he already was, but he needed the support here. "Okay. So. You know people don't like me unless they need restraining orders or I pay them... Right?"

Now he was confused and it showed on his face, eyebrows furrowing inwards ever so slightly as he looked up at his... Friend. Former leader.

He didn't know anymore.

"Guess I didn't get that memo," Steve replied with a frown. He wasn't allowed to like him? Was he trying to scare him off? He stood and leaned against the counter behind him, eyes still on Tony.

Probably. Maybe he just didn't know how to turn him down. It didn't make much sense considering all the flirting but hey, Tony was complicated.

"Look, if you're not interested, I get it," he told him. It wasn't even close to his first rejection. "We're both adults here."

Okay so Rogers either excelled at this game or he actually liked him. That flirting hadn't been for amusement. It hadn't been a game. Steve was in it. And so Tony's face literally went blank because he could not figure out what the hell he was suppose to do or say about that. It was confusing. And not confusing in the good way either, the kind that made him want to tear it all apart to get at the truth. His brain was a little bit stuck here.

So he decided to just stare. Staring solved every single problem he world had ever know. Right?

"You weren't teasing...?" That sounded as if Tony expected the rejection. And actually, that was exactly it. "I don't understand. First for me, I know. We're all shocked."

The staring made him want to fidget but he didn't because Captain America didn't fidget. He figured he would let Tony work through whatever was confusing about the fact that Steve liked him.

"No?" His forehead creased. "I would have let it die after a few jokes if I was teasing." He wouldn't have let it go on for over an hour. "I don't know what's tripping you up. I thought I made myself pretty clear."

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Tony pressed his finger and thumb against his eyelids and pulled down. "Changed my mind about the drink. As strong as you've got," Tony grumbled and climbed up into a stool.

He kept waiting for Steve to laugh but Captain America wasn't a jerk. Not in that way at least. Tony kept waiting for the other show to drop just the same and he gazed somewhat forlornly at bar.

Anything Steve gave him would be downed as a shot. Even if it was just juice. He swung himself out of the seat then and pulled his shirt over his head. There was no reactor. Not even a scar. "Fuck it. Or both of us. Couch or bed?"

He was a lonely man. And sex was sex.

He pulled open his fridge to find out if he even had any alcohol. Turned out he did. Leftovers from hanging out, no doubt. Tony would be getting himself a vodka shot. Steve was sure Natasha wouldn't mind.

The sudden shift in attitude made him raise an eyebrow. One minute Tony was depressed about this and now he was ready to go? This whole thing was strange. He stared at the shirtless man for a moment and took another drink of water, setting down the glass before he pulled his own shirt off.

"I'm flexible, remember?" Steve grinned, tilting his head at Tony.

"Shut up." Tony was to trying to be rude, he just was rude naturally. He also wasn't entirely sure where this was going but the chance of feeling someone else's hands on him was a chance he wanted, so badly, to take. He assessed the tiny sofa, loveseat really, and opted for the bed option instead.

Tony frowned at the almost cot-like bed in Steve's tiny room and smirked.

"Do you even fit on that?" he asked and no. No he didn't want an answer to that. Instead, he let his hands undo his belt buckle and fly, watching Steve with still a smidge of uncertainty.

He could only grin, not offended, and followed Tony into his bedroom. Some days, it felt like his bed wasn't any bigger than his couch but he did, in fact, fit on it. The room would fit a double bed, which he requested, but he suspected that particular requisition fell by the wayside somewhere along the lines.

"I don't usually have company," he replied, watching as Tony started on his pants and he dropped his shirt on the floor to do the same.

This was all just a tiny bit bizarre. Tony pushed the jeans off of his really very round hips and stepped out of them, towards Steve. "Ridiculous. I'll send you something better." This whole thing felt like some weird respit in a war. Coming back after a battle to a tent to re confirm that everyone was indeed alive.

And he sort of needed that. He needed to know that he was breathing, that he could still feel.

And he really needed Steve not to see that he was wearing Captain America underwear.

"I'd appreciate it," he told him. "But you could just convince Fury to fill my request."

Steve could do with a reminder too.

It was so. very. tempting to comment on Tony's underwear. How could he not see the design on them? It was pretty obvious and quite recognizable. However, he refrained, keeping his eyes on Tony's face instead and now he shifted, slightly nervous.

This was... he didn't know what this was. Surprising? Weird? Regardless, he shoved his own pants down and stood in front of Tony in nice deep blue boxer briefs. They clung to him wonderfully.

It was like they were back at playing chicken again, just a few inches from each other, only enough to keep from touching when they exhaled. Nothing else seemed to make a difference any more. The vodka wasn't enough to remind him of how stupid this was or how pointless in the end. There was no way to keep the strings off.

Tony saw his jaw, lifting his hand slowly to press it against Steve's chest the same way that Peggy had when she first caught a glimpse of him. He was so warm. Warm like Banner was warm. And hard.

Tony wet his lips, eyes on his fingers rather than on Steve watching him. He had to say something... "Just a prototype. Trying out different fabrics. I think a darker blue, what do you think?" Talking about boxers at a time like this was obviously a sign of nerves.

Almost like they were playing chicken, yes. It was almost silly. They were both already here and apparently willing or they wouldn't even have made it this far. He supposed it was easier to flirt than to go through with it but he did mean it. Dancing around one another wasn't going to work.

He glanced down at the man's boxers now, though he definitely inspected the hand pressed against him and looked back up at the older man. "It should be darker," he agreed. "Closer to mine."

Okay, this was just ridiculous now. Both of them were nervous but neither of them needed to be. One of them needed to take charge in here somewhere and Steve did just that, drawing on Captain America for a little help in the matter. He grabbed Tony and pressed him up against the nearest wall, hesitating only a moment to see if the man struggled, then leaned in to firmly press their lips together.

"Woah--" This was a first for him. Tony was like an old time crooner, a little bit smarmy but incredibly romantic when it came down to these particular moments. He wasn't a press em to a wall type but you know what? It kind of worked. Okay, it really worked. Tony liked rushes. And the charge of adrenaline. He liked the pressure. The way it made him gasp. And honestly, it was pretty romantic, in the old timey sort of way where gentlemen grabbed their ladies for a kiss.

Not that he was lady. He didn't look good in dresses but he did have nice calves...

Never mind. Didn't matter. If Tony struggled, it was only to make himself a little taller so that he could meet Steve as halfway as possible. He grabbed onto his shoulder and then slid an arm around his neck.

Whatever else was going on, Tony wasn't sure he cared. In the back of his mind, he did try to memorize the color of Steve's underwear. For market research.

He tended to prefer a little more romance himself but this was taking too long and one of them needed to break the ice. He figured it might as well be him and he dropped his hands to gently rest on Tony's waist, relaxing slightly to soften the action just a little.

See. There. Ice broken. Now they could get on with it.

Steve was more than happy to kiss Tony and made a pleased sound when the man returned it. He pulled back and his breath was just a little quicker. Yes, he was definitely interested. Certain parts of him would prove it rather easily. "Sorry," he said, instinctively apologizing for any awkwardness in the kiss. "I'm a little rusty."

Tony wet his lips yet again and he watched Steve's mouth move away from him. He couldn't help but smile, one of those real smiles, not a smirk as usual. He hadn't expect this when he jumped into the suit and came over to do some repair work. His whole body was singing so strangely now, humming almost. He had done this enough to sort of forget what butterflies could feel like sometimes.

"What? No. Shut up," he breathed, pulling Steve back again. Their hips didn't exactly line up but Tony tried to fit that by letting the wall hold him up.

He wouldn't always say that he was picky-- But when he picked up leggy blondes in the time before Pepper Potts, they tended to have breasts.

"Come back here." It had been awhile since he had just made out with someone. And he liked how Steve kissed. That didn't mean he couldn't show him a thing or six.

Tony's smile made him smile in return. He liked the genuine expression on the older man. It made him feel good and so did Tony pulling him back in for another kiss. If he wanted their hips to meet, all he needed to do was say. Steve readily, and easily, slipped his hands under Tony's thighs so he was supported.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," he told him. He was definitely happy with the making out, with tasting Tony and yeah, learning a little bit. Steve learned fast which just made it fun.

"Just rub it in," Tony breathed, talking about his stature as Steve gave him that boost. He couldn't help but feel equal parts ridiculous and cared for, though Steve surely could not know what it would do for him. Tony moved his arms around Steve's neck again, feeling entirely too much of Steve's body.

Why did he even bother wearing clothing?

When had he started finding men so irresistibly sexy?

He ended up wrapping one leg around Steve's waist. Just because. His fingers inched up into blond hair.

"I don't usually say this about dudes," he panted, "but you're fucking hot. Literally. How are you not always sweating?"

Of course, that might be what Tony meant but that didn't have to be how Steve took it. He wasn't quite the naive person that some people took him to be. So he ground his hips briefly against Tony and chuckled, leaning into him.

Steve shrugged, "I'd have to say that's because my temperature regulates itself pretty well without sweating." Thank you, Captain Obvious. He knew it too. He distracted the older man with another deep kiss, sliding his tongue along Tony's lips and not giving him a chance to worry about it.

Tony's eyes opened before his mouth did to retort, but it was hard to talk with a tongue in your mouth and besides, he could just file that away to torment Steve about later. As he had on the motorcycle, Tony's hands decided to wander. He was somewhat fascinated by Steve's body. Anatomically perfect, he could feel each muscle group work with even the smallest twitch of Steve's arm or leg. He was insanely powerful, not just before he could lift him and hold him so easy, but because there was almost no strain that he could feel beneath his fingers.

In fact, there was only strain on one particular area...and that area was throbbing against his thigh, massive and thick and Tony wasn't really sure how far he wanted to go with that right now. He wasn't the sort of man to really like babysteps but...

"Your bed isn't going to work," he groaned. "You might not get rug burns but I will."

He hummed appreciatively as Tony's hands moved over his body. He liked being touched. He definitely didn't get enough skin contact. Maybe this would fix that. If this could be a regular thing, it might even keep the nightmares at bay which was his ultimate goal.

So he kissed Tony and maybe rubbed himself a little on the man's leg. He couldn't help it. His body was young and very interested in the older man.

Steve pulled back slightly, glancing over his shoulder at his bed and then he gave Tony a confused look. "Rug burns?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

Tony was surprised that he didn't find Steve naivety to be annoying. He was too breathless and he felt a little bit like a teenager. Of course, as a teenager, he was around young adults several years older than he was who didn't want to get it on with a kid. He never had this experience until his parents died and he took over the company.

The weird kid was suddenly God's gift. He drank up the attention, slept with everyone that he could manage--

But this was different. It made him realize how hollow sex could be. Now, he was just having a good time without some pressing need to sew his wild anythings.

"Did anyone teach you about the birds and the bees, Rogers?"

It wasn't exactly his fault he was frozen in ice for seventy-five years. Schmidt was the one that created the ship and forced him to go down with it. He couldn't help that he didn't have a lot of time for sex either.

"I know how sex works, Tony," he scoffed, eyes amused as he shook his head.

"So... We roll around on the carpet and you get a little too Captain for my America and I'm going to need skin grafts." It was not going to be a good look for him. Tony gave Steve a little tap on the shoulder to let him down and ran his hands through his own hair. He was sweating, even if Steve wasn't. The man was ridiculously attractive...something Tony couldn't help but note was a recent thing in his notice. He was pretty sure that had nothing to do with anything sinister and just that he really needed to get off. Badly.

But here? Nah, they couldn't do it here.

He turned back to Steve and put his hands on hips that were somewhat feminine in their plumpness as he smirked. "You'll have to come and visit me in the Tower for round two."

And that would give him time to figure out if he really wanted something so sexual with Steve Rogers of all people.

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