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Avengers Minis	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 39138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Just a Sketch
Fandom: Avengers
Chapter: 1
Characters: Tony, Steve
Word Count: 1,493
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff
AN: I am exhausted. Still getting over the book fair that I had gone to earlier this week, but I'm here to post this and the chapter of Whisper to Me. Enjoy all.
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“You’re staring rather hard at that sketchpad there, Steve,” Tony drawled as he walked up to the lounging soldier, placing a glass of juice by him with a raised eyebrow. “You know you need to drink some orange juice here,” he said when Steve shot the glass a look.
“Yes, I know,” Steve sighed, putting the sketch pad down that had a light outline down but nothing more at the moment. “What pulled you out of your lab so early?” he asked as he picked up the cup of juice in place of the sketchpad and sipped at it.
“Jarvis told me that you were sitting here and brooding instead of in bed like you’re supposed to be,” Tony said, flopping down on the couch next to the other male, putting his feet up on the coffee table, brown eyes running over the long body of Steve. “So tell me, what has you brooding so hard that my AI is worried about you?” he asked, tilting his head in Steve’s direction.
The broad male sighed softly and rubbed a thumb over the side of the glass in his hand. “I can’t stop thinking about Bucky,” he admitted after a few minutes of just thinking.
“He was the Winter Soldier wasn’t he? Before he started playing ‘kick the octopus’ with Hydra,” Tony mused, scratching his cheek, reminding that information, getting a nod from Steve. “He was a good soldier from what my father told me. When he wanted to talk about that time,” he drawled.
Steve shook his head and smiled slightly. “Yeah, though he and Howard tended to butt heads over the smallest shit. He was not happy when Howard wanted to run tests. Called him a fool and glared any time he came around him. Bucky was really, really protective of me. He was like a brother to me really.”
“Still is, I take it?” Tony asked, crossing his legs and twitching his foot in time with his thoughts. Steve smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah, figured as much. Aunt Peggy talked about him a lot, along with you. At least when she had the urge to talk about you guys,” he hummed, Steve shooting him a surprised look. “What? My dad knew her and I grew up calling her Aunt Peggy,” he huffed in amusement.
Steve just shook his head in some amusement and drained the last of the juice in his glass, putting it down onto the table before them. “I keep forgetting that you knew her when she was still so young and vibrant,” he sighed. “Do you go see her?” he asked after a moment, looking at Tony, getting a sigh as he looked down at his hands.
“I do, every couple of weeks at least. When I remember, I try to do so every week. Her bills are paid in full, she has the best care that I can get her, and her grandkids have full on scholarships when they head to college,” Tony admitted, shrugging one shoulder as a soft blush spread across his cheeks. “I did the same with her kids. Have one working in my research departments now actually, doing Alzheimer research.”
Steve stared at the younger male, blinking several times at him, mind reforming his opinion. He hadn't expected Tony to have so many depths to him but he did. He was smart and funny. Charismatic. But he didn't like people in general. Those who were lucky enough to get under his armor got treated to sass and genius like nothing else, but they were also watched over carefully and taken cared of if Tony thought that they needed it.
Just look at the tower that Tony had revamped. He had turned half of it into regular offices for his business, but the rest was apartments, training rooms, and a lab for those who played with science for the Avengers. Even Clint, who was somewhere at the moment and living outside of New York as far as they knew, had a place he could stay if he wanted to. Despite how much they argued and picked and prodded, Tony still looked after them because...because why?
“Why are you so willing to protect all that you can?” Steve suddenly blurted out, Tony looking up and staring at him like he had just sprouted tentacles and started to cackle about taking over the world.
“Uh...what?” Tony asked, shaking his head in surprise. Steve sighed and rubbed at his face with one hand as he tried to get his thought process in order.
“Why are you so willing to do all of this for us? I mean, a place to stay that is hidden away from those who would do nothing more than bug us day and night. So many training rooms that we can use one each day of the week and still have extras to choose from. Hell, even official positions on your staff with a good paycheck,” he ticked off, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
Tony sighed and reached out to grab at his tablet. “That's a bit of a hard question to answer,” he started slowly, shaking his head with a twitch of his lips. He opened a file and tapped it against his hand, staring at it before showing it to him. “Both you and Bucky have accounts that were pushed for by my father and Aunt Peggy. The rules were until your bodies were found, you would be paid, taxes paid every year, along with the proper pay raises. That's part one. I just keep things going properly and things are ready for when you're finally settled. The paperwork came through finally for your cards and the such.”
“We have...accounts?” Steve asked, staring at Tony with wide eyes before looking to the tablet when it was handed over. “But why?”
“Because, before you were found, you and Bucky were both MIA only, not declared dead,” Tony said, shrugging one shoulder before smiling softly. “Aunt Peggy and dad made sure of that. They wanted the two of you returned before declaration of death.” He took a deep breath. “I grew up learning all about you and the Howlies, Steve. You were some mythical figure, some shining example that I could never be.”
“Tony,” Steve breathed out, eyes latching onto Tony's face, seeing the sadness that was rarely actually seen on the mans face. “Were you really compared to me? By Howard?” he asked, leaning forward on his knees.
Tony snorted and nodded. “Yeah, I was. I didn't have the right friends, I wasn't nice enough. I wasn't passionate enough. Shit like that. So I over-compensated in the long run and then my parents died,” he said, shrugging one shoulder with an amused look on his face. “But during all of those years, never once did I have a real friend. Yeah, I had Jarvis, and he was a good man, but he was more of an uncle then anything, not a friend that I could have used. So when I started to make friends later in life, I tried to make their lives a little easier.”
“But you were never really seen with anyone that could be considered friends,” Steve said, Tony smiling softly.
“Yeah, well, I didn't want the few that I had dragged into my insane life,” Tony snorted, sitting back. “Rodney is the only friend that I've kept in my life and he does pretty well. I damn near pushed him away when I was sick, before I created the new reactor,” he said. “I was terrified of dying. Still am.”
“Didn't stop you from pushing that missile up into the portal,” Steve teased, getting a snort from Tony. When the younger male slapped a hand against the others chest, he caught the calloused hand and stroked over it with a soft look. “You didn't need to do all of this, really. Thank you.”
Tony smiled as a slight flush worked its way over his cheeks. “I want to do it. I know I'm not the easiest to get along but it's the least that I can do,” he hummed in return. Steve hummed softly and tugged Tony into his lap, wrapping his arm around a slim waist.
“Yeah, but I have a few ideas why you're so hard to live with,” the large man purred, watching Tony become a stuttering school boy with his first crush in front of him. Smirking, he tipped the others face up and brushed their lips together slowly, getting a soft sound of delight. They ignored the fact that there was someone pounding on the common rooms door, demanding to be let in before the “raccoon with serious mental issues” killed him. Or tore down the door. Whatever happened first. They were to intent on just kissing and learning each other.
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