was reading this list of prompts by @kurooozora and immediately fell in love with the prompt “Person A and B are best friends, always will be, and super close, so when someone asks them if they’re together, they just look at each other, shrug and answer ‘Yeah, why not.’”
“Good morning, beloved,” Tony says casually one morning upon seeing Steve come in the communal kitchen, his hair in a state of disarray. In the years of knowing him, Tony quickly found out that Captain America wasn’t a morning person. Today was one of the many days Steve decided to sleep in, since he now gets to have breakfast with all of the other Avengers instead of waking up early, going for a run and making breakfast for them.
Steve grunts in reply, which is good enough for Tony since Steve makes a beeline for Tony who’s making coffee by the kitchen counter, wrapping his arms around him from behind and rests his chin on Tony’s shoulder, humming when one of Tony’s hands comes up and gently pets his hair.
“Did a director of a sitcom forget to tell us they were shooting an episode?” Clint asks, and snickers when Steve reaches around and throws an orange at Clint before resuming his position, nuzzling Tony’s neck with his chin.
“Okay, stop, you big lug, you’re tickling me,” Tony says as he jokingly shoved Steve aside. “Go sit, I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Thank you,” Steve murmurs, pressing a kiss onto Tony’s hair before taking his usual seat at the far end of the table.
Tony got busy making eggs and bacon after that, and while he waited for it to cook, he poured Steve a glass of juice, Steve mumbling “Thank you,” as he brought his glass up to his mouth, his other hand grazing Tony’s upper arm briefly.
After it was done, Tony placed Steve’s plate in front of him, unaware of the eyes trained on the both of them. Tony took his usual seat, next to Steve, watching Steve eat as he sipped his coffee with an easy smile.
Clint pretends to gag, “You’re like a housewife, Stark, oh my fucking-“
“Shush,” Natasha says, slapping the back of Clint’s head, with a small smile she says, “leave them be.”
Clint rubs the back of his head as he scowls at Tony who grins innocently, but then his attention was all back on Steve as he stood up, placed his plate in the sink.
“Gym?” Tony asks, leaning into Steve as he threads his fingers through thick brown hair.
Steve hums, “Be back soon,” he says after he places a kiss onto Tony’s hair.
“You know what,” Clint says after a couple moments of silence from the whole team. “I think I miss the circus.”