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A Balanced Breakfast
Clint tapped his foot on the floor, impatient as the elevator descended. His stomach growled angrily, seemingly completely empty since Clint hadnât had dinner the night previous.
He stepped out into the kitchen and glanced around. State of the art cooking appliances were everywhere, but Clint didnât really want anything that he really had to cook. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of joe, diluting it with some sugar.Â
Tony stalked into the kitchen behind Clint, yawning obnoxiously, before finding a seat at the table. The coffee he had was straight black, and with the help of some alcohol, now smelt worse than it looked. Tony took a quick sip, before nodding to the archer.
"Morning."
Purple | Darcy, Clint, Peter
Clint chuckled. âThat the best you can do, kiddo? At least my costume doesnât attract every old lady with a broom.â He clapped a hand on the boyâs back. Hard. âAnd I donât have to wear a mask to talk to women. Iâm obviously attractive enough to go out in public with my face uncovered.â
He smirked at Darcy. âIt could be worse.â He said simply.
âLashes,â Darcy muttered. âHe called me lashes. I wish I had a broom.âÂ
âAnd I,â she added in a stage whisper, leaning towards Clint but keeping her eyes on Spider-Man, âThink youâre very handsome, tux and all. At least I know what you look like. He could be all nose under that thing.âÂ
This was fun. Whoever the kid was, he had a mouth on him. She liked that.Â
âI think you kind of look like young Bruce Willis if someone left him in the microwave for too long, but to each their own.â He smirked back to Clint.
âItâs on.â
âYeah, I donât know, Ringo, maybe I donât have time to think of backtalk lately since I have a good solo project going. Youâve probably heard of me, peeps call me âamazingâ?â He pretended to inspect his nails. âSuper strength, most agile thing on two legs, buildings in a single bound, super perception. Not to mention these things;â he held up his wrists to show his webshooters. âMade âem myself, some people say Iâm a genius, but hey, you keep on truckinâ with your parlor tricks, pal. Those are a hoot.â He grinned back to Clint from under his mask. âAnd for the record, I donât need to have a nice face with a tookus like this.â He crossed his arms with a self-satisfied grin.
âBURNED.â
"Everyone behaving?" Tony strode to the side of the group, new drink sitting comfortably in his hand. He offered a slight condescending look to Clint, and then to Peter, before taking a quick sip from the glass. After he'd lowered the drink, he offered a smirk to Peter, "Cute, kid. Not exactly formal, but you're thinking outside the box, and that much I can respect." His eyes shot to Clint, speaking again, "Good to see you again, Katniss. Can I tell you, I loved the way you took out those preteens. Quality stuff."
His brown eyes finally found Darcy, causing Tony to offer a smile, "And you must be Miss Lewis. I hope these two aren't ruining your night, but that might be a bit of a reach."
Her eyes fell shut as he kissed her, her smile growing further. When he finally pulled away she followed his gaze, looking over to see James at the bar. âJames? Thereâs a⌠rather long history there. I could go into it, but Iâm not entirely sure you want to hear it all right now. Iâll talk to him later though. No need to worry about it now.â She held onto him a bit tighter as the music swelled around the two.
"You'll have to fill me in at some point." He noticed her grip on him tighten, pulling with it another smile from the billionaire. The song came to a close, causing Tony to lean out a bit from her. His pointer finger curled into his hand, allowing him to gently lift her chin up, so that their gazes were locked.
"I have to go play host, but we should do this again. Sooner is better." He kissed her, quickly, but not without missing the point. They'd be continuing this, one way or another.
Their bodies touched as the moved along with the music. It was fluid and natural and not in the least bit forced. Natasha rested her cheek against his shoulder as they swayed, a soft smile playing at her lips. Throughout her lifetime there had been more than a few dances that had held weight, but this one felt important and she made particular note to remember it.Â
âNot at all, but as far as Iâm concerned, the same could be said for you.â
"Well, as long as we're in agreement." The made their way through the others on the dance floor, lost in their own world. Tony looked down over her, lips placing themselves on her forehead. He held the kiss for a few moments, before pulling back, and giving a quick one over of the room. "So, since this is all about official, is there anything I should know?"
"Past flings, maybe? Your friend's been side eyeing me the entire night."
Natasha held out her hand, offering it to him. It occurred to her that this was entirely backwards; the woman approaching the man and asking to dance, but she was never one for conventions. The way he smiled at her caused a smirk to grow on her face, leading to the woman biting her lip to stifle it. She didnât want to seem to eager. But this manâŚÂ she thought to herself. He was different and great in a way that maybe drove her a bit crazy. âCare to dance with me?â
"I was wondering when you'd ask." Tony took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and leading the two to the dance floor. He was no stranger to slow dancing, but rarely did it hold much weight. Not like this dance, with this woman. His hands found their usual spots, letting the familiarity take over. Tony pulled her into him, before swaying gently to the music.
"Would it be wrong of me to say you're the best looking one here?"
Natasha watched Peter run off and before anyone grabbed his attention again she made a beeline for Tony, hoping to take him out to the dance floor before he was too drunk to handle himself. She approached him from behind, standing there with a subtle smile as she cleared her throat to get his attention. Her eyes traveled the length of his suit. It wasnât necessarily unusual for the man to be dressed to the nines, but in that moment Natasha was utterly impressed by how he looked. For the time being however, sheâd keep that to herself.
âMr. Stark?â
Tony spun the stool to face her, a smile crossing his face. He set his glass on the bar top, before answering the red head, "Yes, Agent Romanoff?" Tony couldn't help himself, eyes traveling from her feet, up to meeting her gaze. She looked beautiful in the white dress that conformed to perfectly to her figure. He stood up from the seat, adjusting his  jacket. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next.
Logan spotted the Star Spangled boy looking awkward nearby, with Stark.
âYou guys need drinks!â he shouted. Why? He wasnât sure. He felt social tonight, oddly enough. He asked for another pint for himself and patted the seat next to him. âI bet I could out drink the two âa yous combinedâ
Steve looked over to where Logan was sitting at the bar, already aware that this was going to be a terrible idea. After sparing a glance at Tony and a small shrug, he made his way over to the bar and sat down next to the other man.
âI highly doubt that, Logan,â he smiled, âI canât exactly get drunk. Side effects of the serum, I guess. Though I guess a little competition couldnât hurt.â Steve was not a competitive man. For the most part, at least. But hey, why not? It was a party after all.
Tony waved off the waitress who now held his empty glass, and followed after Steve. If tonight was shaping up to be like he expected, the bar would be the best place to set up camp.
With a clap on the bar top, Tony slid onto one of the stools to the side of Logan, and placed an order for a drink. He then turned, faced the mutant, and spoke, "You know, it's not polite to come into a man's house, and tell him you're going to out drink him."
"The again, from what I've read, being polite isn't exactly your forte."Â
Parties n Things
âDid you really justâ w-waitâ what?!â Steveâs voice rose an octave, clearly distressed at the notion. That obviously wasnât his plan for the night, but even just the thought had him blushing. Of course Stark would say something like that.
âIââ as much as he wanted to deny the offer, he figured it really couldnât hurt, ââŚ.I might as well try. Iâll have whatever youâre having, I suppose.â
Tonight was going to be a very long night.
Tony couldn't hold back a snort, it becoming clear that if all else failed, urging Steve into bed with some stranger for the night would be his back up plan for entertainment. "Don't get too excited, Cap. Just remember to keep shield up at all times. We don't need kids running around."
The waitress returned with the drinks, Tony taking them both, and handing one to Steve. The drink reeked of alcohol, and was enough to make Tony grimace after one sniff. He cleared his throat, clinking his glass against Steve's, "To the Avengers. May the property damage keep within a manageable range."
With a flurry, Tony downed the drink in its entirety. Within seconds he'd muscled down the brown liquid, and returned the empty glass to the waitress. "And if you believe that it will, then we're going to need at least four more of those."
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Parties n Things
âW-What? No, Iâ ahââ Steve tripped over his own words, mentally scolding himself for already being so awkward, âIâm notâŚa party kind of guy. Especially not when the decorations are this horrible.â He attempted to joke, but his weak laugh didnât help much.
Tony Stark was, as always, dressed to near perfection and looked completely at ease in such an environment. Steve knew he probably looked the exact opposite; out of place and not nearly as confident. Sometimes he honestly felt a bit envious of the man.
âThough Iâm starting to think I should have come up with an escape plan for this.â He smiled slightly as he glanced around the room.
"I thought the star spangled man always had a plan?" A smirk rose to the top of Tony's features, his own brown eyes surveying the room. He slid his hands into his pockets, shrugging, "You'll be strutting across the dance floor in no time. Might even find you someone to go back to your room with, granted the sixty year freezing hasn't tampered with the troops."Â
Tony nodded to a passing waitress, grabbing her attention. He put in a quick order for himself, before looking back to Steve, "What's your poison, Lady Liberty? And don't tell me you aren't drinking. You may not be able to get drunk, but it doesn't hurt to humor everyone."
Parties n Things
Steve was not a party kind of guy. In fact, he usually tried his hardest to avoid these things at all costs. But it was, of course, the first party to be thrown after everyone had been moved in to the tower, and he figured it would be a good chance to meet the newest residents.
Or just stand in the corner like the awkward person he was. Yes. That worked too.
They had said it was going to be a formal party, but the soldier wasnât exactly sure what âFormalâ meant in this time period. He figured he could just go with whatever suit he could find in his wardrobe, though. And, thankfully enough, the formal attire hadnât changed much.
The main floor was practically empty, save for a few people, but Steve had already expected that. Heâd come a bit early (he tended to do that with everything, Steve Rogers was a punctual man, after all) but wasnât exactly sure what to expect. The decorations were mediocre at best, which definitely meant Stark hadnât been in charge of decorations.
âEverything looks so tackyâŚâ He muttered to himself as he leaned against the wall, already feeling a bit awkward. Perhaps heâd feel more comfortable as the night went on.
Tony strode into the ballroom, hands clapping at the sight before him. He spun, walking backwards so he could appreciate the inherent tackiness of the entire set up. With a quick adjustment of his tie, and cuffs, he turned and made way toward the soldier in the corner. At this point, he had almost expected this to be the case with Steve. Awkwardness practically exuded from the man, when anything involving formality was placed before him.Â
Tony held out a hand to Steve, cocking an eyebrow, "You know, I half expected you to try and hide, Captain. Want me to grab you the fig? You might fit behind it." A quiet chuckle escaped the man, the hand he held back now moving forward to pat Steve on the shoulder.
An idle mind
Her mouth turned up in a subtle smile. âDid I break the great Tony Stark?â Natasha nestled into his side, taking comfort in the warmth. It was a strange feeling for the former spy though. Not much more than a year ago she would have attested to loathing this man, but he had surprised her at every turn. Now here she was, clearly enjoying the feeling of being in his arms as well as everything else that had happened over the course of the night.Â
Her eyes were still fixed on his, watching him laying there with his eyes closed. She caught herself trying to get a read off him, but quickly enough stopped herself. Now wasnât the time for that and she decided just to enjoy it. âWould you prefer if I gave you time to prepare next time?â
"A weeks notice wouldn't kill you." He smirked, eyes still closed. So many urges within him tried to fight the sleep, but it was quickly dawning on him that he was fighting a losing battle against his own wearied body. Tony drew her in a bit closer, removing any of the distance that would have been there prior. The two were entwined together, legs hooked, and arms pulled over one another.
"Agent Romanoff, if you have something to say, I recommend you say it. You're about to lose me." A cheeky smile crossed his face, while his eyes remained shut. Without so much as looking, he leaned in, and planted a kiss on the spys forehead. He would never admit it to Natasha, but from this position, he could almost do about anything with his eyes closed. Years of experience, coupled with working with the lights off, never hurt anyone, he figured.
Science Siblings, Assemble!
After a pretty spectacular afternoon spent exploring their new home, Jane said goodbye to Steve, but not before reassuring him that she would keep her promise of taking him up to the roof once her own equipment had arrived. The plans excited her and she couldnât wait for the equipment sheâd worked so hard on putting together over the past several years to finally be delivered. At the same time, though, the new equipment sheâd seen in the labs and the list of some of the data servers and analysis equipment already on hand in Stark Tower excited her, too. With that in mind she headed up a few more floors, this time in search of Tony Stark, JARVIS leading the way. She was admittedly a bit nervous. Sheâd heard so many things about Tony Stark - good and bad - and was anxious to make her own assumptions. Personalities didnât matter, though, when it all boiled down. Jane was an expert in her field and her research had a direct correlation to many of the events SHIELD had dealt with in the past few years. She was just glad they were finally bringing her in on things. That was one things he already knew she had in common with Stark - even though SHIELD knew they were perfect for the jobs, theyâd been left in the dark. âDirectly ahead, Dr. Foster,â came JARVISâ voice as she stepped out of the elevator, straightening her t-shirt. She hadnât bothered to change from the casual attire from earlier - she always worked in simple clothes. âIâll notify Mr. Stark of your arrival.â âThanks,â she said to the AI, taking the last few steps toward the door. She peered inside the windows, seeing movement. A moment later the doors opened, starling her a little. Jane stepped inside, looking around and taking in the work space, already impressed. Finally her eyes fell on the figure sheâd seen moving before - Tony Stark. She put on a smile, standing awkwardly just inside the door. âHello,â she said, the awkwardness extending to her voice. âItâs nice to finally meet you, Iâm Jane Foster.â
Before Jane had even arrived, Tony had been made aware of her approach. He was hard at work, more or less, going over the new plans he'd drawn up for the suit. It implemented use of the Stark nano-technology that research and development had been slaving over. With a swipe of his hand the plans spread across the room, even reaching to the door that Jane had just come through. Tony, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face made his way over to her, extending a hand that was rough and calloused, from many a night working with machinery, in welcome.
"You know, I feel like I've known you my entire life, Miss Foster. Digging through dossiers for weeks on end will do that to you." The smirk broke into a grin, as he continued, "Astronomy, huh? There isn't many places better on the world to see the night sky, then good old New York. But of course I'm kidding, because you can't see much of anything, when all the lights are on. Well, if you're anyone else but me, that is."Â
It's a Pleasure, Mr. Stark
Tony Starkâs glance-over did not go unnoticed by the blonde agent, but Sharon decided that it was of little importance. Even she sneaked a quick look at the man, pleased to know that he looked much better in person than on any television.
While she might not have met him before, she had read the file on him, plus one or two rumors she heard from other sources. She retracted her hand and let it fall to her side while she placed the other one on her hip.
âThereâs no need to fret over something like that, Mr. Stark,â she replied coolly, leaning her leg on one leg. âDirector Fury has a plethora of qualified agents that he can call upon. But I thank you for the compliment, regardless.â
"So, seeing as you haven't put me in a choke hold, you must be here to drink." Tony poured a quick couple cups for the two, and handed her the slightly fuller cup. Answering for her, he spoke, "Of course you are, Agent." Tony scooped up his own glass, and made for the window over looking Manhattan. With a sigh, he took a seat in one of the chairs that were scattered throughout the room. He took a quick sip of the strong liquor, and turned to her.
"I mean, why else would you be here?" He nodded to her glass, holding up his own with a mock cheers. Another sip down the billionaires throat spurred a cough, and Tony to set down his glass. "No, it's great. Trust me." He waved a hand, nonchalantly.Â
It's a Pleasure, Mr. Stark
Sharon had journeyed through Stark Tower for a good half hour, making note of where specific areas were located. Throughout her self-guided tour, she had still not encountered nor seen the owner of said tower. She figured it would only be proper to introduce herself to the person who owned the place she was going to stay in. The AI JARVIS did confirm that his creator was in the tower somewhere, but every time she would begin to make her way over, she would be informed that he moved somewhere else.
âAgent Carter,â JARVIS called out to the blonde. âTony Stark is currently at the bar.â
âThanks, JARVIS,â she grumbled, turning on her heels once again to make her way to the common room. She told herself that if he wasnât there, she would give up and wait around until he showed his face.
She sighed in relief when she finally spotted him. Masking her annoyance, Sharon glided across the floor and cleared her throat to get his attention. âMister Stark,â she nodded to him, holding out her hand for him to shake. âPleasure to meet you. Iâm Agent Sharon Carter.â
Tony had made his way to the bar, hoping to avoid a good majority of the team that now resided within his home. He had no trouble being the life of the party, but when he needed a moment to himself, then he found no better place to have it, then his own home within a home.Â
Tony had barely pulled free a glass, and poured himself a drink, before he heard the sound of incoming foot steps. He quickly unscrewed the lid to the bottle, and looked up to greet the newcomer. Tony raised an eyebrow, taking in Sharon from head to toe, and smirked.
Tony set the bottle down, reaching out to return the handshake, "Is Fury sending me his entire roster, Agent? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the added security, but doesn't Fury, uh, get worried he's sending all of his agents who are worth a damn?"Â
An idle mind
Her grin turned devious as he spoke. âOh believe me, I never would have tried to convince you otherwise.â She curled up underneath the covers, but stretched one leg out, her foot reaching over to toy with his own foot idly as she fought off sleep.
She leaned over and kissed him once more, this time with less intensity than before. âI will give you that, though. Memorable might be the perfect word for it.â Her head fell back down to the pillow and she laid there smirking at him. âA memorable experience I think Iâd like to repeat.â
"I think I might need a month to recover," Tony muttered, feeling her foot make contact with his. The cool air from the air conditioning flitted down over the two, causing Tony to pull the comforter up further. He found himself sliding closer to her, one arm looping around her waist, and pulling her into him.
His eyes fell shut, situating himself just a bit better, uttering, "That's not me saying I'm not looking forward to it, either. I just might need to give my crotch a fair warning. Just a little prior notice, is all."Â
