Oh Tony didn't mind the wooing inwardly though he did have to bust on the Captain every time he brought him flowers or left him a card when he was busy beating out the dents in his suit (or some other piece of metal that had gotten crunched during the attack on New York) and was too busy for lunch. He had never expected to meet a Sentinel he was so compatible with while saving the world, while he was seriously dating someone he loved, or just before they both almost died but science and biology didn't really have rules for that.
He still remembered, almost fondly, how they had been yelling at one another on the bridge of the helicarrier, male posturing and chest thumping one moment, and the next, eyes locked, they both just knew.
In Steve's day, there would be courting, marriage and then bonding. In the twenty-first century there was usually less circumstance. You can't fight biology and compatibility like that and most Guides and Sentinels got to it pretty quickly wherever they could make a nest and the details were hashed out later.
At least this dating thing allowed Tony to break it off cleanly with Pepper. She understood how it was, or said she did, but normals didn't really get it. How could they when there was no feral, biological imperative to find your other half?
So things had been going slow. Tony was pretty much all blue balls all the time but he liked Steve and kept liking him each and every dinner or movie they went to. It was probably strange for Guides these days to like the Sentinels they bond with first but hey, why not be old fashioned for once?
He was in the middle of welding when Steve decided that tonight, on their six month anniversary (JARVIS reminded him that morning) that it was the night. He almost welded his leg in surprise and turned to look fully at the blond.
"Is bond old man speak for bumper bowling or mini golf? Or do you mean actual bonding?"
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Date: 2015-11-05 02:54 pm (UTC)He still remembered, almost fondly, how they had been yelling at one another on the bridge of the helicarrier, male posturing and chest thumping one moment, and the next, eyes locked, they both just knew.
In Steve's day, there would be courting, marriage and then bonding. In the twenty-first century there was usually less circumstance. You can't fight biology and compatibility like that and most Guides and Sentinels got to it pretty quickly wherever they could make a nest and the details were hashed out later.
At least this dating thing allowed Tony to break it off cleanly with Pepper. She understood how it was, or said she did, but normals didn't really get it. How could they when there was no feral, biological imperative to find your other half?
So things had been going slow. Tony was pretty much all blue balls all the time but he liked Steve and kept liking him each and every dinner or movie they went to. It was probably strange for Guides these days to like the Sentinels they bond with first but hey, why not be old fashioned for once?
He was in the middle of welding when Steve decided that tonight, on their six month anniversary (JARVIS reminded him that morning) that it was the night. He almost welded his leg in surprise and turned to look fully at the blond.
"Is bond old man speak for bumper bowling or mini golf? Or do you mean actual bonding?"