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*cracks knuckles* Okay, let’s get back in this saddle, yeah?

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When everyone had dispersed to their rooms in the compound – either returning to old rooms or finding new ones – Sam quietly snuck his way to Tony’s. The door was unlocked, and he gave the usual two quick knocks and waited a few seconds before stepping inside.

Tony was undoing his cuffs, sparing Sam only a brief glance before focusing his gaze back downwards.

Sam walked up to him, hesitating only a moment before gently brushing Tony’s hands aside and taking over the shirt buttons. Tony let him, letting out a deep and slow breath, head tilting back and eyes closing.

“This okay?” Sam asked, voice hushed, as he reached the last button.

“Yeah.”

He pushed the shirt off of Tony’s shoulders, tossing it over towards the hamper, and went to work on the belt. Tony took back over dressing after that, and Sam stripped off his own shirt and jeans. They crawled into bed together, Sam clutching Tony close. He’d missed this. Since everything fell apart, he’d missed this. The physical intimacy.

They’d been exchanging letters since a few months after Steve broke Sam out of The Raft. There’d been accusations and apologies and confessions, fear and guilt and love expressed through words.

Somehow, somehow… they’d managed to work things out between them, to save the relationship they’d had.

Hands shaking, Sam curled himself more into Tony’s chest and closed his eyes tight.

There was one thing they’d never talked about.

Sam had never asked. Tony never offered.

That probably said a lot.

“I know… I know that something went down, in Siberia. Steve won’t talk about it; Barnes was down an arm.” He waited, but Tony said nothing, fingers still stroking through Sam’s short hair in an easy, slow rhythm. “What happened, Tony?”

After what felt like several intense moments of silence, Tony said, “If I tell you, you have to promise me not to make a big deal out of it.”

Sam tensed.

“I’m… mostly over it. Enough so that I can work with them both. I don’t – if things get made a big deal out of, it’ll just make it all fresh again, make it harder for everyone to work together.” He paused. “I don’t know if I’ll ever really be able to forgive Steve, Sam. But I can enough to work with him. To be friendly. But not if we’re reliving that mess again.”

Sighing, Sam said, “Fine. I’ll not make a big deal out of it.”

“Or bother Steve?”

“Or bother Steve. Or Barnes. Not about Siberia, at least.”

“Fair enough,” Tony said, and blew out a bracing breath.

Slowly, Tony recited events from then. Pieces fell into place that Sam had been missing, Steve’s anger and odd guilt, Barnes’ quiet resignation. Sam breathed through the anger – with all three of them, honestly; with Zemo especially – and just listened.

When Tony trailed off, Sam knew he was leaving something out. He pressed a kiss to Tony’s chest, and Tony’s fingers twitched against his back.

“None of us were willing to stop,” Tony said, voice only trembling a little. “Steve… brought the shield….”

Sam realized he wasn’t breathing, that the only sound was Tony’s slightly rough and slightly too fast breathing.

“I got lucky. The suit was totaled, but the metal didn’t tear too badly through the undersuit’s material, and – I mean there was some serious muscle bruising and a few fractures but…. It could have been much worse. My arm was the worst damage, and that was from the airport.”

Eyes closed, Sam struggled to find some calm in the fear and anger burning through him. He grappled for it, because Tony didn’t need his anger, he needed Sam’s calm, Sam’s acceptance.

“I love you,” was all Sam could find it in himself to offer.

Tony squeezed him closer. “I love you, too.”

~*~*~

Sam didn’t “make a big deal out of it”, like Tony had asked of him. He barely even glared at Steve the next morning, in fact.

He spent more time around Tony. That could easily be explained as missing his boyfriend, of course, so no one questioned it. He knew if he tried to hang around Steve just yet, with his anger and frustration and fear still simmering so close in his chest, he’d break his promise to Tony.

Keeping a promise to Tony was more important to him than giving Steve a talking too, like he deserved.

His boyfriend could defend himself if he wanted to. Sam needed to step back.

For now, at least.

Until this whole new mess was taken care of.

Until he was calmer.

Then, maybe, he and Steve would have a talk about “extreme options” and “triggering past trauma” and Sam would make it clear that if Steve wasn’t one of his best friends, and Tony hadn’t made it clear that he was mostly over it (and guilty of being just as vicious in the fight), Sam would not just be talking to Steve.

Then he’d maybe have to figure out a way to hit Steve good for lying to Tony for years, whether or not he’d had good intentions.

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Heart to Heart

A/N: This is my first attempt at IronFalcon, and I hope you enjoy it!  -Dreamy

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Tony lay on the couch with his head pillowed on Bucky's stomach and his legs draped over Rhodey's thighs. It had been a particularly rough day for Tony.

Tony since he was little had been nervous about meeting his soulmates. He'd grown up knowing there was the possibility of disappointing three more people in his life.

He'd already disappointed his parents and he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with disappointing his soulmates. Everyone was born with a least three. You wouldn't know until meeting you soulmates if your marks meant they were your Platonic or Romantic ones.

Tony had three soulmarks. He knew all three could be platonic or romantic, or he could have two romantic soulmates or two platonic soulmates. He'd always thought it was such a stupid concept. Because the stories all said no matter what kind of soulmate you had they would love you forever.

But they also said your parents were suppose to love you forever too and he'd seen first hand how that had turned out.

But then further down the line he'd gotten lucky and met his first platonic soulmate Rhodey. Whose DNA mark had turned red the instant they had shaken each others hands.

That had been when Tony had turned fourteen and was accepted as the youngest MIT student. It had been one of the best days of Tony's life and honestly it turned out that having a soulmate didn't suck so much after all. His Honey-bear loved him with all his heart and he loved his honey-bear right back in return.

Then Rhodey (who had four soul marks) had met his romantic soulmate on a mission and Tony was a ball of horrible awful nerves. Because what if Rhodey didn't love him anymore. Or he still loved him, but didn't want to be as close, because his Romantic Soulmate didn't like him.

For four months until, the Romantic pair could be put on leave, Tony fretted over Rhodey running off into the sunset and leaving him behind.

Which turned out to be four very wasted months, because the instant Sergeant Barnes had spotted the man Rhodey hadn't been able to stop talking about, he'd wrapped Tony up in the biggest bear hug of all time.

Which was how Tony had gained his Bucky-Bear and the platonic soulmate that lit up the star on his arm (for their shared love of stars) a dark red and Tony let out a relieved breath.

He was so pleased.

Bucky was like Tony who had three marks. His two platonic marks (a wing and a star) and his and Rhodey's gold gear, for their love of mechanics.

The wing apparently belonged to a Captain Steve Rogers which turned out to be another of Rhodeys platonic soulmates sharing a feather for their love of flying.

Steve and Tony always seemed to butt heads when they met up and luckily didn't share any marks which seemed to please them both just fine.

But it did make interesting when Tony ended up being the one to set Steve up with his golden anchor Peggy. Tony never let him live it down.

Tony smiled sadly as he snuggled further into Bucky's chest trying to not so subtly hide his tears.

He's finally touched Pepper for the first time since they started dating a month ago. They had both wanted to take it slow and get to know each other. They both had black heart marks on their arms and they were both really excited to touch for the first time so they took it slow.

Then horror of horrors, when they'd held hands for the first time nothing happened. No tingle, no glow and Tony was bummed, but he'd been willing to work it out between them.

He wanted to try at least, because they had so much in common, but Pepper had looked distraught. She'd told Tony she was sorry and that she would love to be friends, but that she couldn't date someone who wasn't her Romantic soulmate.

So here Tony was relaxing into the most comforting pity party and intruding on his soulmates date night (who had yelled at him when he suggested such a thing in the first place) wondering if he'd ever find someone to love him.

Bucky flicked him on the forehead and then gently placed a kiss where he'd been flicked. "Stop thinking so hard you idiot, anybody be lucky to have you."

"Stop reading my mind Metallica it's creepy."

"That's why I do it." Bucky said sticking his tongue out at him.

"Platypus, control your boyfriend he's being mean to me."

Rhodey just snorted at him, "He's your soulmate."

"Nu uh, he was yours first."

"Yeah, but your the one who imprinted on him like a duckling, so he's your responsibility."

"Oh thanks, the both of you, I feel so loved. You know what I am gonna go stay with Stevie at least he appreciates me."

Bucky tried to get up, but was tackled to the couch by his two pouting soulmates giving him the puppy eyes.

Rhodey gave him a heated kiss and Tony latched onto his ribs like an octopus.

"Love you." he whispered to them both. "Love you too, Bucky-Bear." "Love you sweetheart."

At least Tony had this, he reminded himself. ------ It had been a long harrowing day in the workshop cooking up new ideas for R & D.

He'd set Pepper up with her soulmate Natasha on accident and the heart on their inner wrists had glowed a bright gold.

The final nail in the coffin for Tony's sore heart. But he should have figured. His heart was in the corner of his eye.

He shook his head to rid himself of the melancholy thoughts as he entered the coffee shop he intended to get his pick me up in.  He approached the counter and tapped his fingers lightly across the wood surface, trying to get Darcy's frazzled attention.

Someone bumped into his shoulder and he turned to see the most beautiful pair of Brown eyes he'd ever seen.

The same eyes looked back startled and then he took in the mans face and realized embarrassingly belated the Man was speaking to him.

"Sorry man didn't mean to hit you."

"No it's fine. Perfectly fine." Tony said in a daze. The stunning man smiled gave a nod of his head and then rushed on his way out the exit.

Tony cursed himself for being so completely inept and wondered why he hadn't bothered to at least ask for his number. The man was beautiful.

But then Tony remembered what his last dating experience had been like and he shook his head.

He ordered his coffee and left in a confused huff. But he promised himself he would drop it, he had Rhodey and Bucky and annoyingly he had Steve. What else could he need? -------- So why was he at the same coffee shop in the corner working on his tablet you ask?

Certainly not because mister handsome might make an appearance absolutely not. Don't be ridiculous.

Tony sighed into his cup feeling silly as he doodled over his math for the first time since he'd come up with this idiotic notion.

He was just about to collect his things and leave, when wonder of wonders the beautiful man from the other morning sat across from him placing a new hot fresh cup of coffee in front him with a slight smile on his lips.

"Hi, I am Sam. Just thought you could use an extra coffee. To make up for the one I spilled all over you yesterday."

Huh. That's why Tony had a coffee stain on his shirt, he hadn't noticed.

"Tony and thank you, but it was no big deal, coffee happens."

Sam just smiled at him "Indeed it does."  Then it looked like he was about to get up and leave him here to his own devices and Tony felt bereft for reasons he couldn't quiet admit to himself and grabbed Sam's wrist to prevent him from leaving.

He heard Sam laugh and say "Oh thank goodness I'd thought I was reading the situation wrong." But his worlds trailed off and his eyes widen as he turned to look into Tony's face.

Tony was in a similar state of shock, because there was a little gold heart sparkling at the corner of Sam's eye and he knew if he'd had a mirror his own mark would be sparkling.

"Hi." Tony breathed not releasing the smooth wrist in his hand.

"Wow, hi. Ummm... would you like to grab a bite to eat somewhere not here so I can kiss you properly? If that's not too forward?"

And no, no it was not, it almost seemed too slow to Tony's gooey brain.

"Yeah, yes, good, my best friends place is just down the street. We could go there, it's faster?"

"Excellent." Sam said taking his hand to hold Tony's own and lead him gently out of the cafe and down the sidewalk guiding him in the direction Tony kept pointing to.

"God you're hot, you know that?" Sam let out a deep chuckle and Tony's heart sped up where it was already dancing in his chest.

"Thank you, Angel you aren't so bad yourself."

Tony nearly expired from the awesomeness that was his romantic soulmate calling him Angel so smoothly made him feel.

He slipped into Rhodey and Bucky's apartment quickly and then he was be pressed eagerly into the door. Sam peppering his face with kisses and Tony was in heaven.

His hand came up to cup Sam's back and explore the firm muscles he felt there and felt his knees weaken as Sam took his lips in heated kiss.

Tony felt silly for ever thinking he could live without something this wondrous.

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We’re sorry for the delay and we hope to pick up on posting soon! 

In the meantime, this might be a good chance to pronounce a semi-hiatus for a while - at least until we find the time to write again.

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What if Tony had a pet? A fancy, fluffy black cat that seems to hate Sams guts, and Sam is not jealous of the little thing, especially not when the cat seems to always be plastered against Tony, curled up on his chest when Sam comes into the bedroom and finds Tony asleep, Sam is not jealous when he sees Tony petting, hugging and even cooing at the little fluffy devil. And the worst thing of all is that the cat seems to go out of his way to cockblock him.

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Sam likescats just fine. Really he does. If he was asked he would say he is a cat personrather than a dog person and he didn’t need Clint’s and Bucky’s jokes about howthat didn’t fit. But the point is. Sam likes cats. He loves them, they love himand it all works out. Usually.

But notwith Tony’s cat.

Tony’s catis, of course, special. It wouldn’t be Tony’s if it wasn’t but even Sam has toadmit that this is a bit much.

The catadores Tony, clearly, always around him, cuddling up, being pampered by Tonyand loving every second going by the constant purr that’s going on. It’s notthat Sam has a problem with that, he really doesn’t, but. He does have aproblem with it.

Because asmuch as the cat seems to love Tony, it’s pretty clear that it hates Sam.

And Sam hasthe scratches to proof it too.

It’s noteven that he purposefully disturbs the cat or something. It’s just thatwhenever he comes close to Tony, in any capacity, the cat is suddenly there,coming out of nowhere, and it makes very clear that it doesn’t like Sam beingthis close to Tony.

Even ifthere are at least three feet between them.

“The stupidcat hates me,” Sam mutters as he flops down on the couch and Bucky, onlynarrowly avoiding Bucky’s metal arm in the process.

“It reallydoes,” Bucky agrees and pats Sam’s head.

“You’resupposed to tell me I’m seeing things, that it’s my imagination. This is nothelping,” Sam groans.

“And lyingto you is somehow going to help? Sorry, Sam, but the cat does hate you.Everyone knows it. Except maybe Tony. Even Thor noticed and he is not here halfthe time.”

“What did Iever do to the cat?” Sam asks and buries his face further in Bucky’s chest.

“I wouldguess you are trying to woo Tony and the cat doesn’t like it.”

“But how?”Sam whined. “How the fuck does the stupid cat even know what I am trying to do.It’s just a cat.” Sam paused for a second. “And I don’t even know if it has aname. Tony has so many nicknames for the cat it’s impossible to make out if oneof it could be really the name.”

“Why don’tyou ask him?”

“I did, andhe just laughed in my face,” Sam grumbled and then pushed himself up. “I am notgonna be defeated by a stupid cat. I will ask Tony out today and if I have todo it with the beast hanging from my face then I will,” Sam declared and Buckyactually looked proud.

“You go getyour man, bird boy. I’ll cheer you on.”

“From thesafety of this couch, right?” Sam asked with an eye roll and Bucky laughed.

“You knowme entirely too well.”

“I won’ttell you how it went then.”

“As if youhad to. If he says yes, you’re gonna walk around like you’re high, don’tpretend. Now shoo and get him.”

Sam flippedBucky the bird before he left but Bucky didn’t even respond to that. Samimmediately went to find Tony, who was on the couch, cuddling the littlemonster but who also seemed really pleased to see Sam.

The cat onthe other hand, was not pleased at all, going by the growling and hissing.

“What’s upwith you, buttercup?” Tony asked and stroke his fingers through the probablyreally soft fur. Not that Sam would know.

“The catdoesn’t like me,” Sam told Tony, who looked surprised at that.

“But helikes you just fine,” Tony said with a little frown. “I saw you two spendingtime together and getting along.”

Samactually had the urge to check Tony for a fever. “What the hell are you talkingabout? The little beast does nothing but attack me.” He didn’t mention the partwhere he also effectively cockblocked Sam.

“ButT’Challa and you are friends?” Tony uncertainly asked and now Sam really neededto know if he was sick.

“Do youhave a fever? What does T’Challa have to do with anything?”

Instead ofan answer from Tony the cat gracefully got up and jumped down to the ground.Even before it touched down something blurry went on and suddenly T’Challa wasstanding in front of Sam.

“And youlaughed when I asked you if you liked to dress as a cat,” Sam weakly managedand Tony burst out laughing.

“I thoughtyou knew,” Tony wheezed through another fit of laughter.

“How wouldI have known, if no one ever brought that up?” Sam asked incredulous and thenglared at T’Challa.

“And whatthe fuck is your problem. You said you liked me! How does that translate tonearly clawing my eyes out when I attempt to ask Tony out?”

“You weretrying to ask me out?” Tony asked, suddenly serious again and eyes huge in hisbeautiful face.

“You andBarnes seem awfully close,” T’Challa said. “I was just trying to make sure youare serious about this.”

“And youdon’t think coming up to me and asking ‘Hey, Sam, I noticed you have a thingfor Tony. Aren’t you with Bucky? How does this work? Are you serious aboutTony?’ would have done the trick?”

“This wasmore fun,” T’Challa admitted with a cheeky grin and then bent down to kiss Tonyon the head. “I approve,” he whispered loud enough that Sam could hear him.

“What thefuck,” Sam said because he felt like he hadn’t properly translated hisdisbelieve at this whole situation.

“He knowsme for almost as long as Rhodey does,” Tony admitted after T’Challa left. “Heis a little overprotective sometimes.” Tony turned a thoughtful glance at Sam.“And you and Bucky do seem awfully close,” he lowly admitted and Sam sighedwhile he sat down next to Tony.

“As do youand Rhodey, to be honest. I caught you sleeping in the same bed,” Sam remindedhim.

“We’refriends! He’s like my brother. There’s nothing going on!” Tony quickly declaredand Sam shrugged.

“Same withme and Bucky.”

“So, whatare you saying?” Tony asked him, but he was already leaning into Sam.

“I’m sayingthat I like you and I wanted to ask you out on a date for almost four monthsnow.”

Tonysnorted. “That’s how long T’Challa has been an ass to you?”

“Yeah,” Samadmitted.

“Hedefinitely needs to make up for that lost time,” Tony decided. “And since weboth waited entirely too long for this date to finally happen, how about we goright now, before something else comes up?”

“Soundslike the perfect plan. But I tell you right now, no more cats when we aretogether. I don’t want T’Challa to be snuggled up to you real close while Ihave to take what’s left.”

“Honey, Ipromise, from now on T’Challa can go look for someone else to cuddle. I’m allyours now,” Tony promised.

“Thatsounds like something I could get used to,” Sam said and then leaned in to kissthe happy smile right off Tony’s face.

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Can I have some loving, mushy IronFalcon morning sex, please?

OK, this is beyond late but I hit a bit of a block on this one for a bit for some reason. But, here it is! And I really hope you like it. I just adore getting asks from you! And fluffy sex. <3 Hopefully this is what you were looking for.

A note for timeline purposes, there is an established relationship here, but it’s a new thing.

Putting this under a cut for obvious reasons…

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(AvAc AU) - Imagine Sam having to deal with Tony picking a fight with or flirted at by every new guy that arrives on campus.

Welcoming Clint to Avengers Academy!

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Can I have a happy first meet cute IronFalcon thingy please?

I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for but… hope you like it! <3

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Imagine IronFalcon in the 'my Nana thought you're my boyfriend so now I have to bring you to thanksgiving dinner or I'm pretty sure she's going to hate me forever' situation where they're good friends who have to pretend to be boyfriends, and then becoming boyfriends for real.

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“So you don’thave actual plans for Thanksgiving,right?”

Tony glanced upas Sam sat down next to him, fingers already tapping nervously over thetextbooks for their shared lit class.

“Actual plans?”he echoed, and Sam nodded. “You mean like, actual plans besides the ‘annoy theshit out of Howard until Mom asks me to stop’ plans I already mentioned?”

Sam noddedagain.

“No,” Tony saidslowly. “No actual plans.”

“Good, good. Souh, I have a situation.”

Tony’s eyesnarrowed, suspicious and wary. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”

“Stop quotingStar Wars at me,” Sam said, then blurted, “Nana thinks you’re my boyfriend anddemanded I bring you to Thanksgiving dinner so she can finally meet you.”

“She… what?How’d she get that idea?” Tony yelped, eyes going wide and panicked.

“I don’t know!”Sam said back desperately. “She just did, okay, and she’s so happy aboutmeeting you and I am pretty sure if I show up without you that she’s going tohate me forever! Tony!” Sam whined. “I can’t have my nana hating me forever,she makes the best pies and she’ll not make my favorite for me if she’sdespairing that we’re not actually dating!”

Tony made arough noise, like a scoff. “She’ll hate us both if you lie to her!”

“Only a littlebit!”

“This is a bad idea,” Tony insisted.

“It’s just forThanksgiving! You’ll get free food out of it! I’ll buy you all the coffee youwant for the rest of the semester!”

Tony paused,giving him an incredulous look. “Finals are coming up. That’s a horriblepromise to make, Sam.”

“I am that desperate,” Sam said seriously.“Please?”

After a moment,Tony sighed, caving. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’ll pretend to be yourdamn boyfriend, even though I think this is a horrible idea.”

“Thank you,”Sam gushed, hugging Tony for a moment before sitting back and opening histextbook. “Okay. Now that that crisis is over, on to this one.”

Tony grumbled,but opened his book as well.

~*~*~

“Mom,” Tonytried, and sighed when she interrupted him again. He turned, leaning againstthe doorframe, putting his back to Rhodey who was watching him closely thoughpretending not to. Quieter, Tony repeated, “Mom, please. It’s justThanksgiving. I’ll come home for Christmas.” That seemed to, finally, appeaseher, though she made him repeat his promise before she let him go.

Tony hung upand went to plop into his desk chair, spinning it in circles. Thanksgiving wasin two days. He should probably back.

“So you’rereally going to do this?” Rhodey asked, scribbling notes for one of his physicstextbooks.

“I told Sam Iwould,” Tony reminded him.

Rhodey lookedat him, brows furrowed. “Yeah, but won’t it be awkward?”

“Nah, notreally.” Tony spun around again. “I mean, a little bit. Sam’s like, my secondbest friend.” Tony shot Rhodey a grin. “But it’s just for a few days.”

“You describedthis whole thing to me as ‘the worst idea you’d ever agreed to’.”

Tony waved hishand dismissively.

Rhodey shookhis head after a moment, muttering to himself about idiots and how he hoped Godreally did protect fools – or something to that effect. Tony stopped reallypaying attention, instead debating if, as the “boyfriend”, he should bring somekind of gift. He was pretty sure that was the kind of good manners his momwould want him to have.

“What kind ofgifts do you bring to your pretend boyfriend’s family for Thanksgiving?” Tonyasked aloud.

Rhodey groanedand thunked his head down onto his textbook.

~*~*~

“We shouldprobably hold hands,” Sam muttered as they walked up the porch steps.

“Good idea,”Tony said, and linked their fingers just in time for the door to be yankedopen.

“Mom, Sam’s finally here!” yelled the kidon the other side of the door. He looked back at them, eyes locking on theirhands, and made a face. “Oh god, are you going to be as gross as Sarah now?”

“Shut up, Gid,”Sam said, pushing open the screen door to get inside.

Tony bit back asnicker when the kid – Sam’s brother, Gideon – grumbled, “That means yes. Ugh.”

Tony met Sam’s parents,Darlene and Paul, and his sister Sarah. It was a whirlwhind of hugs andhandshakes and loud voices all talking over each other catching up and greetingand Tony grinned the whole time.

He didn’t meetthe infamous Nana until they stepped into the kitchen, after they’d storedtheir stuff in Sam’s old room. Tony had been aiming for coffee; he wasintercepted and appraised by keen eyes in a lined face.

He froze. “Um…hi?”

“You’re Sammy’sboyfriend he’s been hiding from us?”

“…Yes?”

Her eyesnarrowed. “He tried to tell me he didn’t have a boyfriend. But I told him,there’s no way something put that kind of light and happiness on your facewhile talking about studying of allthings unless it’s a boy.”

Tony scratchedat his hair, down to his neck, and grinned sheepishly. “My best friend Rhodeycalled us fools, if that helps?”

She cracked asmile, the crinkles at her eyes thickening, and reached up to pat Tony’s cheek.“Does explain some things, yes.” She shook her head, turning to stir somethingon the stove – it smelled delicious, Tony wondered if Nana would be as sharp atprotecting food from tasting fingers as Jarvis was. “Sammy never could tellwhen someone was flirting with him.”

Tony snorted. “Herecognizes flirting just fine,” Tony said, as he noticed Sam walking into theroom. He grinned slyly. “Just so long as it’s completely cheesy.”

Sam rolled hiseyes, not missing a beat as he added, “Thankfully for me that’s the only kindof flirting Tony knows how to do.”

“Excuse you, Ican flirt just fine, you just never notice it when I’m being smooth!”

“Uh huh,” Samsaid, in a voice that completely conveyed ‘I’m just saying this to pacify you’.“Sure you can.”

Tony cast aquick look to be sure Nana wasn’t looking before flipping the bird.

Sam stuck histongue out.

~*~*~

Sharing the bedwasn’t a problem. Sam warned Tony that he snored, and Tony told him veryseriously that he would probably cling to Sam in his sleep worse than anoctopus, and they climbed under the sheets.

In the morningthey woke up with Tony using Sam as a pillow, arms and legs tangled together,and Sam snoring in Tony’s ear. They stretched and climbed out of bed and gotready, moving around each other easily.

Sam made Tonysome coffee, while Tony plopped across the entire couch in front of thefireplace. Gideon came in a few minutes later and whined for Tony to move hisfeet, but Tony just stared at him with a smile and raised brow until Sam camein with two cups.

Tony lifted hislegs for Sam to sit, and then put them in Sam’s lap. Sam passed over Tony’scoffee, just how he liked it.

Gideon groanedin despair and went to sit in one of the armchairs.

The daycontinued smoothly. No one seemed to pick up that they were only pretending tobe boyfriends.

To be fair, Samand Tony didn’t have to change their behaviors too much. No one seemed toexpect them to kiss or anything. They held hands a bit more, but the sittingclose and hugging and snuggling wasn’t that unusual. Tony was physically affectionatewith his friends, and Sam liked to reciprocate.

They banteredlike usual. Talked with Sam’s family. Sent Rhodey and Steve some snapchats ofthem, because their plan was gong perfectly despite best friend disapproval,and they both wanted to rub that in their faces.

They atedinner, played some games with Sam’s family, and went to bed again.

Tony stretchedthe next morning when he woke up before Sam, and rested his chin on his hands,over the top of Sam’s chest.

Sam keptsnoring.

Smiling, Tonywatched Sam for a few moments, before rolling out of bed and going to makehimself some coffee. Nana and Paul were already awake, sitting at the smallkitchen table in the corner, next to a sunny window. Tony joined them; none ofthem spoke, just sat and enjoyed the quiet and sunlight and coffee together.

When Sam cameout, pajama pants with little Superman symbols all over them low on his hips,covering his feet because they were too long, Tony smiled. He held out hiscoffee, and Sam sipped at it, before nudging Tony over so they were sharing thesame chair. It was far from comfortable.

Tony stole hiscoffee back before Sam could drink all of it, the thief.

~*~*~

“You know, thatwent… shockingly well,” Tony said onthe ride back.

“You’re thatsurprised?” Sam asked, glancing over his shoulder as he merged.

Tony shrugged,flipping through his music to find something good. “A bit? I mean I didn’texpect it to go epically wrong like some after school special or anything,” hesaid. “But I didn’t expect it to go that smoothly either. Like, seriously Sam.That was easy. It shouldn’t have been that easy to pretend to be dating.”

Sam was quietfor a little while, then said, “Yeah, probably not.”

“No one even suspected, did they?” Tony continuedwonderingly. “We were apparently like, super fucking awesome boyfriends.”

“Hell yeah wewere,” Sam said with a proud grin.

Tony laughed.He tilted his head back against the headrest, then turned it until he wasstaring right at Sam, thinking.

“You know, Iwouldn’t mind dating you for real.”

“Oh yeah?”

Tony nodded. “Sure.You’re smart. Funny. Caring. Damn fine. You laugh at my corny jokes.”

Sam snorted.

“You actuallylike me for me,” Tony continued, quieter. “You listen when I’m upset, and tryto make me feel better.”

“That’s whatfriends are supposed to do.”

“Yeah,” Tonysaid softly. “I don’t have many of those. Would hate to lose one. But if thepayoff was a super awesome boyfriend….”

Sam glanced athim, quick, before focusing back on the road.

“You want togive it a shot? For reals?”

“If you wantto,” Tony said. “I’m happy being friends. I think I could be happy beingboyfriends, too. So whatever would make you happy….”

He waited whileSam thought it over. He glanced at Tony some more, a few times.

“I wouldn’tmind dating you either,” he said. “All that stuff you said about me, I think it’strue for you too. Smart, obviously. And funny, with those corny jokes,” heteased. “Caring, despite how other people take advantage of it or misinterpretit. Always trying to help people.”

Smilingslightly, Tony slid his fingers slowly over the console. Sam dropped one handfrom the wheel and linked fingers with Tony at the edge of his seat.

“Rhodey andSteve are going to be so exasperated,” Tony chuckled quietly.

“Just an addedbonus,” Sam said, grinning cheerfully.

~*~*~

Tony leanedover and whispered to Sam, “I bet only dogs can hear the noises they’re making,”when they told their best friends they were now boyfriends during lunch the dayafter returning to campus.

Sam almostsnorted lemonade out his nose.

[pwnyta]

Tony and Sam have such nice goatees… they should just admire them and rub them together…

…YO.Theyre the flying cuties with goatees and sweet booties.

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[imagineironfalcon]

Hello!! First, I love that this is a blog now!!! I love ironfalcon and I love that I have a place to go now to satisfy my craving lol :) if I may, I would like to prompt blind date. Either Sam or tony pov is fine, I just have this image in my head of them being nervous and slightly worried about meeting the other for the first time, but the date goes great!! Please and thank you!!! :D

So, Sam hasn’t been on a date for a while. And he has been finebeing single, thank you verymuch.

But Steve and Bucky are obnoxiousassholes and Natasha-

Well.

One simply doesn’t argue withNatasha.

So Sam’s here, dressed in his nicestclothes (They are new. He’d been dragged out for shopping.) andchecking his appearance critically. Does he look okay? He’s tried –and failed -  to tell himself this is just a casual thing, nothing tobe worried about but…

If nothing else, he wants to make agood first expression.

Sam turns in front of the mirror,dark eyes scanning the way his dress shirt clings to his body,accentuating his muscular frame as well as the jeans that are a tadtighter, more snug than he normally wears.

He tries not to notice that hispalms are getting sweaty. Tries to ignore the nervousness rising.

There is no reason tobe nervous; Sam doesn’t even KNOW the guy yet.

Sam sighs. Blind dates suck.

~~~

He’s at the restaurant and ready toadmit that he might die ofnervousness. Even more so because it’s ten minutes after the agreedtime and his date hasn’t showed up yet.

Sam chews on his bottom lip. Did heget stood up?

Just as he’s about to send Natasha atext and leave, there’s suddenly loud noises coming from the entranceand Sam looks up. He spots a handsome man with a neatly-trimmedgoatee, red-tinted sunglasses gesturing extensively while he’s beingpushed forward by a dark-skinned man.

“Stop it, Rhodey!”,the guy hisses. “I’m going!I’m going, watch me go. I’m not running!”

“Like Hell I’m stopping. I’ve hadto drag your sorry ass all the way here. Now go and enjoy your date!”

Sam doesn’t mean to eavesdrop butthey are talkingrather loudly. His breath hitches slightly at the word “date”.But he doesn’t stand up or anything, just quietly watches the twofuss around for another minute, before “Rhodey” gives the man onelast push and a glare and leaves.

The man mutters something, pushesone hand through his hair. Then he lifts his head to look around theroom and-

Sam’s breath hitches again whentheir eyes meet. He’s never been so thankful for his dark skin; itdoesn’t show the blush. (But he can sure feel the heat of hischeeks.)

The man comes over to him, slowly,and Sam tracks his every move. His heartbeat picks up but the otherguy is smiling, a soft thing of a smile that looks like he doesn’tuse it often enough and Sam returns it easily.

“Hey”, the man says, sounding abit sheepish. “Sam, I assume?”

“Would be right”, Sam answers.His nervousness slowly fades already. “Tony?”

There’s a nod. Tony holds out hishand and Sam takes it without hesitation. “I’m your date for theevening. Sorry you had to witness my little, uh… freakout.”

Sam laughs at that as they taketheir seats. He can’t believe how natural this already feels.

“Don’t worry about it. Youexpressed perfectly how I was feeling up until now, too!”

Tony looks up at him at that, eyescrinkling with the smile he’s sporting.

“Was?”,he repeats.

“Was”, Sam agrees, getting lostin the beautiful brown of Tony’s eyes for a moment. “Not anymore.”He doesn’t add that he hopes this won’t be their only date. Instead,he says: “I’m actually happy Natasha set this up for me.”

Somehow Tony perks up at the nameand the spark of curiosity that lights up his whole face leaves Sambreathless for a moment.

“Natasha? Natasha Romanov?” AtSam’s nod, Tony lets out a laugh and settles back into his chairbefore he starts honest-to-God giggling.

“Oh my God, this is awesome!”

And then he explains how he has awoman in his life that is called Pepper, and that Pepper knowsNatasha and together they decided for Sam and Tony to meet. It’s onlythe start of a very nice evening; talking to Tony is easy, so easyand Sam enjoys it thoroughly.

~~~

They end the evening outside,standing close together in the chilly night air.

Sam’s smiling; his cheeks alreadyhurt because somehow he hasn’t stopped smiling even once during thewhole time. Tony’s expression is a soft one, lips turned upwards.

“So”, he says, tilting his head.“That was probably the best evening I’ve had in a long while. Thankyou for that, Sam.”

Sam grins, feeling giddy andexcited. “Right back at you, Tony. I really enjoyed this.”

He doesn’t say “Maybe wecan repeat this?” and it seemshe doesn’t have to, because Tony leans forward and then their lipsmeet for a soft, gentle kiss.

“Looking forward for the nextdate”, Tony mumbles quietly

Sam can’t wait for it.  

- ir0nshield

[akira-of-the-twilight]

after the fic where sam and tony meet each other, I wonder how would it be if Tony was there for Sam when Riley died, and Sam was there for/with Tony during iron man movies and the avengers

An interesting thought that leads to a lot of angst. I’d have to research military protocols and I’d want to double check what little information MCU gives us about Sam’s time serving (dates and such), but most likely when Riley dies there’s a period there in which he’s unable to contact Tony, maybe even long enough that Sam doesn’t bring up Riley’s death the next time Tony talks to him, instead choosing to focus on Tony and the positives. Maybe it’s not until Tony says/writes something like “I haven’t heard you talk about Riley in a while, how is he doing?” that Sam tells Tony.

If Sam tells Tony over the phone Tony would struggle right then and there with how to react. He doesn’t want to say anything that might trigger Sam to break down, but he also doesn’t want to come off callous or uncaring, because he does care, but he just doesn’t know how to show it in this instance.

Once he’s processed the information though, Tony would do his damnedest to find a way to Sam. It’d take weeks, because even if he has a lot of clout with the government, there are still procedures that need to be upheld.

Tony visits Sam, but not as long as he would like to, and it’s not as intimate as Tony would like, but they make do.

And somewhere along the line Tony mentions trying to finagle a way to get Sam home. And that’s when Tony and Sam have a big fight, because as painful as it is to live around constant reminders of his best friend, he’s not going home. He’s not the only one who has lost someone, and he’s not going to accept special treatment.

Tony doesn’t like it one bit, but eventually yields.

For weeks the correspondences are strained, until one day over the phone Sam sighs and says, “Sorry for snapping back then. I was–am–a mess.”

Tony apologizes too, and their relationship is stronger for it.

And then IM1 happens, and assuming Sam is still serving then, imagine this: Sam hears from word of mouth that Tony is dead. He’s utterly crushed and doesn’t want to believe it, but as the months go by and there are no signs of Tony he has to come to accept Tony’s death.

Then Tony comes back and imagine this: Sam can’t leave where he has been stationed. His boyfriend who was kidnapped and tortured for months has just been rescued and Sam isn’t allowed to see him until his tour is over and that isn’t for months. It tears him up inside, and he begs with everyone in charge to at least let him make a phone call.

When Tony answers the call Sam is so relieved to hear Tony’s voice that it hits him hard and he almost doubles over.

[imagineironfalcon]

You Are What You Eat Part 2

Read Part 1 here. Watch out for the cut.

Rhodey was due to come back every minute now and Tony couldn’t be happier about that.

He was back at the team dinners, just like he had promised Sam, but he couldn’t enjoy it anymore. Tony was aware that Sam was not actually behaving differently towards him, but he still thought every glance Sam threw him was judging.

Sam never brought the food issue up again, and Tony didn’t try to encourage him by actually eating something but he knew that Sam was still worrying about him.

In the meantime, Tony was healthier than ever, because Sam’s love for the Supersoldier(s) seemed to have exploded and now Tony was drenched in love whenever he even came close to Sam.

It hurt, having proof of Sam’s love for someone not him thrown into his face like that, but on the other hand Tony couldn’t help but love him more for it.

Sam’s love was so pure and it was so strong and steady, it just made him more beautiful all around and Tony cursed himself every day he came up for dinner or whenever Sam came down to his workshop.

The food issue had shortly stopped Sam from seeking him out in the workshop, but now everything was back to normal and Sam spent as much time around Tony as he did before.

Tony enjoyed their time together, he really did, especially since he got fed like this all the time, but it also hurt a lot to always see the love surrounding Sam and knowing it wasn’t for him.

But now that Rhodey was going to be back for at least a few weeks, Tony could whisk him away for dinner and business whenever team dinner came around, so he wouldn’t have to spent so much time around Sam.

Tony was prowling up and down in his workshop when Jarvis announced “Colonel Rhodes has landed on the pad.”

Tony was out of the workshop in a second and Jarvis was moving the elevator as fast as he could but it still felt too slowly for Tony.

When he finally arrived, Rhodey was already out of his suit and walking towards the elevator.

Before Tony could even fully take in if Rhodey looked healthy or not, he was soaked up in so much love that it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

Tony was still sometimes surprised by the amount of love Rhodey had for him, but it was always a welcome surprise nowadays and Tony laughed as he wrapped Rhodey up in a hug.

“Oh, how I missed you, platypus,” he said and Rhodey chuckled but he squeezed him just as tight.

“Missed you too, Tones. Even though I still think you only miss me for my love,” he said teasingly, knowing full well that Tony never needed to worry about a thing when Rhodey was around.

“Oh, honey, I am sorry to inform you that I don’t need you anymore for food purposes,” Tony said with a wink when he pulled back and Rhodey’s eyebrow shot up in surprise.

“Found someone else to love you, huh?” he asked while they stepped into the elevator.

“Not precisely. Found someone else who loves is more like it.”

“You’re leeching again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Tony said and got a poke to his side for that. “Okay, yes I am. But it’s not like I am actively searching him out. Sam always comes to my workshop and he insists I attend team dinner, even though I never eat anything and he knows that, and it’s just really convenient?”

“I’m glad you’re getting enough food,” Rhodey said in answer to that and pulled Tony in for a kiss to his temple.

“But,” Tony said and slightly pulled away from Rhodey, “you can’t leave again, don’t leave me here on my own again, I cannot feed from Sam anymore.” Tony practically whined at the end and Rhodey furrowed his brows at him.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“I feel dirty,” Tony admitted. “I lied to him when he figured out that something’s going on with my eating habits and then still leech off him even though his love is not for me, and I just feel dirty. Don’t leave again, please.”

“You never felt guilty about using love not meant for you,” Rhodey mused and scrutinized Tony.

Tony squirmed under his gaze and then realized that they should have long reached Rhodey’s floor.

“Jarvis, why is this elevator not opening?” he asked in an attempt to get out of answering Rhodey’s implied question.

“I felt that it was crucial for Colonel Rhodes to talk to you,” Jarvis smoothly replied and Tony cursed his own invention.

“Fine, we talked, we can leave now.”

“No, we didn’t. Why do you feel guilty about using Sam’s love to keep you healthy?” Rhodey asked and now that there was finally a question for Tony, he knew Jarvis wouldn’t let them leave.

“Come on,” Tony tried to deflect nonetheless. “Let’s get out of here, you must be starving.”

“Tony,” Rhodey said, very obviously unimpressed by Tony’s attempt at a diversion.

“Fine,” Tony sighed. “I may have done the dumb thing and fallen in love with Sam.”

Rhodey didn’t even seem surprised. “And why does feeding off him make you guilty?”

“Because his love is not for me, and therefore I shouldn’t use something he doesn’t want to give me freely and it just feels wrong. Like I’m betraying him somehow.”

“You’re not betraying him, Tony,” Rhodey said and pulled Tony into his side. “And if it bothers you so much tell him, and then you can ask if it’s still alright for you to feed off his love. If he tells you no, then you stop. If he says it’s okay, no problem. If he tells you he loves you back, even better.”

Tony groaned. “Not happening, Rhodey. He loves one or even both of the soldier boys. There is no place for little old me.”

Tony turned to look at Rhodey and went on before he even could respond to that. “And what do you mean ‘tell him’? As if I can just go up to Sam and say, ‘Hey, by the way, I am not fully human and feed off love and your love for the soldiers has been keeping me alive for the past few months, so thanks for that’?”

Rhodey shrugged. “Sure, why not. Maybe give him some time to process it but yeah. That sounds like a solid plan.”

“You gotta be joking,” Tony said but Rhodey seemed dead serious.

“You are insane!” Tony exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “Jarvis, get me out of here, maybe his stupid is contagious.”

To his immense surprise Jarvis opened the doors and Tony quickly stepped out into the living room of Rhodey’s suite.

“Tony, why wouldn’t you tell him. He is your friend, he likes you, and to be honest, he seems like the most accepting person in your team. If you can’t tell him, you will never be able to tell the others.”

“Who said I am going to tell the others,” Tony said and busied himself with getting some water for the both of them.

“We talked about this. You said you would tell your team if you ever feel completely comfortable with them. Since that still isn’t the case, I have not been pressuring you, but you are comfortable around Sam. You just said he comes to your workshop all the time. Name three other people who are allowed in whenever.”

Rhodey looked at him and Tony cursed. “You know damn well I can only name two, honeybear. That is not playing fair.”

Rhodey shrugged as if he couldn’t care less. “Maybe it means something then, that Sam is allowed in. Maybe it means you should trust him.”

“Maybe it means you can leave right now if you keep this up,” Tony grumbled and then immediately bit his lip.

He didn’t want Rhodey to leave, he just came back after all, and he was about to apologize when Rhodey stepped close and ruffled his hair.

“Not leaving, and you know that. Now come on, I am actually really hungry, the pizza should arrive soon and I heard there is a new movie I haven’t seen yet.”

“You ordered pizza on your way here,” Tony said and leaned into the contact. “Sneaky, I like,” he went on when Rhodey nodded and then dragged him onto the couch.

“And you’re right, there is this one movie with horrible science in it, I want you to suffer with me,” Tony told Rhodey while Jarvis was already starting the movie.

They ended up on the couch, snuggled together since they long abandoned personal space with each other. The pizza was good, the movie was horrible and Rhodey agreed with him there, and the evening was just perfect.

~*~*~

Tony managed to avoid team dinner for almost a week, always claiming to show Rhodey a new movie or dragging him off to yet another work binge in the shop but eventually Rhodey called him out on his bullshit.

The team was very understanding, even Sam, though he had looked a tad sadder than usual, and so Tony hadn’t expected the protest to come from Rhodey himself.

“Tony, come on. They are your friends, and I like them too, and team dinner sounds nice actually.”

“But Sam…” Tony started and Rhodey rolled his eyes at him.

“I will be there, you can eat my love, you don’t have to leech off him and you know it. Come on, just admit it, it would be nice to spend some time with him again, don’t tell me otherwise. Now you can finally enjoy your time with him without feeling guilty about it.”

Tony groaned, because Rhodey actually had a point there, though he is not about to admit that.

“Fine, fine. You win. One evening.”

“Three, and no complain about that,” Rhodey shot back and Tony wanted to protest, he really wanted to, but Rhodey actually seemed to look forward to eat with the team and Tony immediately felt bad about keeping him from them.

“Don’t do this,” Rhodey said and pulled him close. “I can see that you worked yourself into some unnecessary guilt and I am not having it. So either spill or let it go.”

“You know me too well, platypus,” Tony mumbled, but didn’t explain anything.

“You idiot,” Rhodey fondly said and then dragged him up for dinner.

It went fine, as good as ever, even though Tony didn’t even pretend to eat today, too busy catching up with everyone and listening to their stories.

It brought him some concerned glances from Natasha, and even Steve seemed to have caught up on the fact that something was wrong, but Sam determinedly kept his glance away from Tony’s plate as it seemed.

When Tony fell silent Rhodey nudged him in the side to get his attention and drag him back into the conversation and Tony was so lucky to have Rhodey, he sometimes didn’t know what he would do without him.

The dinner went fine, so fine in fact that Tony forgot to worry about it on the next evening and of course that was when Clint decided to call him out on his lack of eating.

“Tony, come on, you never eat enough, you’re not eating at all right now, don’t you like Sam’s food?” he asked and Tony went stiff all over when everyone looked at him.

“I don’t… I’m not…” Tony stuttered out but he couldn’t finish the sentence, too afraid that he would have to admit to everything right now but it was actually Natasha who saved him.

“Maybe he lives off love and air,” she joked when it became clear that Tony wouldn’t say anything.

Tony flinched at that, it was too close to the truth, but Rhodey put a steading hand on his thigh.

“That would be…kind of creepy actually. Like a violation, taking things no one wants to give him, like a kind of monster” Clint commented with worry in his voice and Tony’s eyes shot up to look at Sam.

If he would see the same worry and disgust he could hear in Clint’s voice on Sam’s face he wouldn’t be able to stand it.

But Sam’s face was carefully blank, eyes fixed on a point on the table and Tony couldn’t stand that for another second either.

He shot up and practically fled from the kitchen, Rhodey closely in tow, but he didn’t stop until they reached the workshop.

“What do I do now?” he frantically asked and paced in front of Rhodey, who just stood there and watched him. “What do I do, what do I do, they are gonna figure it out, they are gonna hunt me like I’m one of the monsters we fight on a regular basis, did you see their look, what am I gonna do?”

“You’re not gonna do anything, Tony,” Rhodey told him. “They won’t hunt you down and you know it, they don’t even know the truth and they will never figure it out if you don’t tell them. I need you to calm down.”

Tony realized that he had started to hyperventilate and he tried to take deep breaths but it wasn’t working so much and in the end Rhodey had to coach his breathing.

When Tony was calm again he noticed that they were on the couch now, Tony with his back to Rhodey’s chest so that he could feel him breathing and Tony slumped against him.

“Back with me again?” Rhodey asked and Tony nodded.

“Good, because Sam is asking to come in,” Rhodey went on and Tony went cold all over again.

“What does he want?” he lowly asked and Rhodey shrugged beneath him.

“I don’t know but I’m guessing it has something to do with dinner.”

“Don’t leave me,” Tony pleaded but Rhodey was already getting up.

“I don’t think he wants me here for this.”

“But I, I need you here for this,” Tony pleaded. “Don’t leave me alone with him, Rhodey, please don’t.”

“It will be alright,” Rhodey said and bend down to kiss him on the head. “Jarvis will call me the moment you need me, won’t you, buddy?”

“Of course, Colonel.”

“See. I won’t even go far, I’ll stay on this floor. So I’ll be back in a second if you need me to.”

Tony felt unsteady even sitting down but Rhodey wasn’t swayed and in the next second he left the shop while Sam came in.

Tony put his arms around his middle, trying to keep himself together somehow, even before Sam started to talk.

“So,” Sam began and Tony was too afraid to even look at him.

Tony didn’t say anything and eventually Sam sat down on a chair opposite of the couch. “I am guessing Natasha hit kind of a sore spot with what she said,” Sam mused and Tony shrugged.

“Maybe?” he carefully asked, still keeping his gaze low.

“Air, love or both?” Sam asked him and Tony felt himself starting to shake.

He had never told anyone besides Jarvis and Rhodey, and he didn’t know how to do this, how to tell him the truth and not make Sam hate him.

“Love,” he eventually whispered, when Sam stayed silent to give him time to answer.

The reaction he got was exactly how he had expected this to go. Sam’s face got hard and he stood up, taking a few steps away from Tony.

“Why did you never say anything?” he asked, and he sounded hurt.

“I never wanted anyone to know,” Tony whispered.

“But I could have stayed away. If only you had said something, I would have stayed away, Tony,” Sam said and he sounded hurt.

“You are the only one who feeds me when Rhodey isn’t here, why would I have told you to stay away?” Tony ask, painfully aware that he admitted to leeching off Sam right then and there.

“Because clearly it’s not reciprocated. You never acknowledged it, and I wouldn’t have bothered you with it, never, there has to be someone else you can feed off.”

“How…would I know if it’s not reciprocated?” Tony asked, unsure about what they were talking about now.

“Because you never said anything! If you would feel the same you surely would have said something, so I am guessing you don’t feel the same.”

Tony’s head snapped up at that only to see Sam’s eyes get wide.

“Am I your only source of food? Is that why you endured it? Because there is nothing else for you to eat here? Is that why you kept me and my unwanted feelings around?”

“I….you’re in love with the supersoldiers,” Tony eventually managed and Sam actually seemed surprised by that.

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because it makes sense?” Tony asked and Sam shook his head.

“How can you live off love and be so oblivious?” Sam asked him.

“It’s not like I know who the love is for!” Tony almost yelled at Sam.

“But you know Rhodey loves you,” Sam said with a frown.

“Because I have known him for almost all my life. Because I know by now that his love for someone else feels, tastes, different than his love for me. But it took me a damn long time to figure that one out.”

“What does his love taste like?” Sam asked, voice quiet and Tony couldn’t look at him any longer.

“It’s fierce and soothing all at once; it feels like reassurance and stability, endless and sweet.”

Sam nodded once. “What does my love taste like?”

It tastes like home, Tony didn’t say.

“It’s warm and comforting, deep and steady,” Tony said instead.

“And it’s not for them,” Sam added to Tony’s description.

“But it started during team dinner. And they are always there, you spend most of your time with them, it just makes sense.”

Before Sam could say anything to that, Tony continued.

“That’s the reason I stopped coming. I know it wasn’t for me and I still took it like I had any right to it. I felt bad for that, I still do, and I am so sorry I took your love for them and twisted it into something for me, but, it’s just, you have so much, I figured it wouldn’t hurt you. But I won’t be doing it again, I can’t apologize enough.”

“The only one it hurt was you,” Sam gave back. “And you didn’t twist it into anything, it was yours to begin with.”

Tony drew back into himself even more. “You don’t have to give it to me. It’s fine. I can live without it for a long time. Rhodey will be by more regularly now, it’s okay, you don’t have to offer this to me.”

“Tony,” Sam said and his voice was soft and much closer than Tony had expected.

“My love has been for you from the beginning. I’m not in love with Steve and Bucky. I love you.”

Tony’s head snapped up at that, disbelieve clear on his face, going by the pained expression on Sam’s face.

“I have been in love with you for a very long time,” Sam told him and Tony weakly shook his head.

“But you didn’t say anything.”

“I thought it was not reciprocated. Is it? Not reciprocated? Do you want me to leave?”

Tony quickly reached out to grab Sam’s hand.

“Your love tastes like home,” Tony mumbled and Sam laughed and pulled him up.

“What does your love taste like?” Sam asked him and pulled him closer.

Burnt and broken, like it can destroy everything, Tony thought, thinking back to the previous times his love had ruined everything.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, honestly too, because he couldn’t place the sunshine and sweetness that accompanied his own love now.

“Why don’t we find out together?” Sam asked him and Tony smiled cautiously.

“I would like that.”

“Good,” Sam whispered and drew him in for a soft kiss.

Telling someone about his abilities had never gone over so well.

[marvelingjules]

for @bloody-bee-tea because she wanted fluff and as the one that dragged me into IronFalcon hell, I think she’s allowed to demand I contribute content to our little ship.

—-

Blowing up the suits for Pepper was just a bandaid, and they both knew it. It lasted about two months, until Tony’s nightmares were so vicious and Pepper felt so guilty that they were both complete wrecks.

Tony was the one that did the breaking up. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore. He couldn’t tell if her tears were from relief or pain, and maybe she didn’t know either because she clutched him close, but was moved out by the next afternoon.

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[imagineironfalcon]

Can I have Sam taking care of sleepy, tired Tony?

Tony looks ready to keel over but each time someone points it out tohim and tells him to sleep, Tony’s forehead curls into a stubbornfrown.

Sam has watched Steve trying to convince Tony to finally sleep forthe better half of an hour now.

It stopped being funny.

“Tony, all I’m saying is that you need to get some rest. You’vebeen up for- JARVIS?”

“For 43 hours, Captain.”

Steve nods at the ceiling, then glances at Tony, one eyebrow raised.“So, way too long. I think you need to sleep.”

Tony, being the picture of manic energy and too much coffee, crosseshis arms with a scoff. “And I think you need to stop telling mewhat to do, Cap.”

“Tony-”

“Steve.”

Sam gets hit by a paper ball aimed with deadly precision and heshoots Bucky a glare. The man just shrugs, nodding with his head inthe direction of their leaders arguing and mouths “Do somethingabout this.”

Natasha’s brow is twitching too. Sam heaves a sigh. If he wants toprevent Tony being forcibly dragged into his room by one overlyworried super soldier and a pissed off assassin, he has to act now.

“Tony”, Sam says, over Steve’s next argument.

He gets a huff in response. “Not now, Sam. I’m trying to makeCapsicle understand-”

“Sweetheart.” Sam says and Tony goes silent before he’s finishedhis sentence. “Come here?”

There’s a moment of hesitation, but eventually Tony does come overand Sam takes a long look at him. Yes, his boyfriend looks tired andready to fall asleep any moment but there’s also a determinedexpression on his face that tells Sam he won’t just go to bed.

So instead, Sam pats the spot next to him on the couch. “Sit down.”And amazingly, Tony does. He grumbles and complains but he snugglesup against Sam, pressing closer when Sam puts his arm around him.

Having at least quietened Tony like this, they go back to watchingthe movie but Sam doesn’t pay attention. He focuses on Tony’sbreathing. It gets slower quickly, evens out and he smiles tohimself. Tony melts into him and it only takes a few minutes for himto snore softly into Sam’s neck.

Which is just about perfect. Sam lets him rest for a bit longerbefore he moves slowly, running his hand over Tony’s back, then up tohis neck and massaging gently. He turns his head to press a soft kissto his boyfriend’s forehead and whispers Tony’s name.

“Hmm….”

Tony moves, just a little and makes a sleepy noise that fills Samwith affection.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart”, Sam says quietly, murmuring thewords into Tony’s hair. His lover just makes this soft noise again,pressing his face closer into the crook of Sam’s neck. Tony iscompletely relaxed by now, all pliant and lax and Sam kisses hisforehead again.

“Bed, Tony”, he repeats. This time, Tony actually follows, movingto stand only to immediately fall back into Sam’s arms when he wrapsthem around him. Like this, having been asleep and being woken up,Tony is incredibly docile. There’s no fight left in him and so Samhas no troubles guiding his boyfriend out of the living room and intotheir floor.

Once there, he tucks Tony in, kissing him softly on the lips beforehe crawls into bed with him. Tony cuddles close, only satisfied whenhe rests his head on Sam’s chest.

Sam, for his part, runs his fingers through Tony’s hair and fallsasleep to the even, calm breaths of his lover.

-ir0nshield

[marvelingjules]

So prompt ironfalcon - Tony designed the original wings okay and did the maintenance before Afghanistan and knew Sam /very/ well, and Steve goes to introduce them and they're like we know each other *flirting while steve watches in confusion*

HAHAHA OH GOD I’M PICTURING STEVE’S CONFUSED AND SLIGHTLY ANNOYED FACE IT IS GIVING ME LIFE.

MCU timelines are a thing of incomprehension. According to the MCU wiki, the Jericho missile was created in 2010, and the EXO-7 thing was “sometime before 2014″ which I’m assuming means that Winter Soldier takes place in 2014. *eyes MCU timeline* Sure. We’ll just… go with that.

Whatever, let’s just consider timelines to be wibbly wobbly.

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Tony Stark had a reputation. He was charming, an asshole, egotistical (and had a reason for it, with his genius and successful company), and damn good with weapons.

Sam wasn’t expecting anything more, and the first time he met Tony Stark, he didn’t get it.

Charming smile, quick words and handshakes, eyes that never settled on anyone for long. Except Rhodes. The smile was a bit looser, the words a bit warmer, when directed at Rhodes. But then, they’d supposedly known each other since their college days, and Rhodes was starting a liaison position with SI and the military.

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[imagineironfalcon]

Can I just say I already love what you guys are doing! Anyway how about the team doesn't know about Sam and Tony, so when Sam walks in the room he kisses Tony like all casual and the team is like "????....heck?"

Tony is already in the kitchen. He actually just woke up instead ofhaving been awake for an unhealthy amount of hours. His hair is messyand he’s nursing his first cup of coffee. Speaking to him won’t workjust yet.

Overall, Tony in this moment of sleepiness and peace and Sam’s heartthreatens to explode with the overwhelming rush of love he has forthis man.

A sleep-soft Tony with unruly bedhair and a lingering blush on hischeeks is the cutest sight Sam has ever seen. The fact that he isso lucky to wake up to this sight only amazes him more.

He can’t resist. Sam walks over,smiling affectionately and Tony looks up at him with gentle browneyes. When his lips curl into a small smile, Sam is already bendingforward to kiss it.

Tony hums when Sam kisses him,presses forward to bring one hand up, cupping Sam’s cheek and-

“What the fuck.”

The unexpected comment has themjumping apart; Tony looking thoroughly shocked while Sam manages tocompose himself into mild surprise.

When they turn, they find the restof the team staring at them.

Clint, leaning back with his chairuntil it’s threatening to topple over, dramatically covers his facewith his hands. “My eyes!”, he exclaims. “I have seen things-”

“I am actually surprised I haven’trealized you two were a thing”, Natasha says over Clint’s whining,right before she smacks him and his complaint ends in a high-pitchedscreech.

Sam and Tony are still frozen inplace. Tony’s eyes are very big and dark; he’s more expressive whenhe’s only woken up. He makes a movement next, as if to get up and Samreflexively puts his arm around his boyfriend to keep him in place.

“Sam-”

Sam decides to fuck it all. They’vealready outed themselves and judging from the fond looks everyonegives them, the team approves. So he just leans down once more andkisses Tony silent.

Clint makes a gagging noise, butTony relaxes against Sam. He’s smiling softly when they pull apart.

“So that’s one way to tell ourteam”, he says dryly. Sam huffs a laugh.

“At least now I can kiss youwhenever I feel like it”, is all he replies, which causes Tony’ssmile to grow until it’s lighting up his whole face. It’s anotherbeautiful reminder of the endless list of things that had Sam fallingfor this man.

And just to make good on his words,Sam kisses Tony again.

And again.

And again.

- ir0nshield