The Wizarding World of Stony
-A Day After They Met- Tony: -stumbles into the kitchen at noon- Dummy, coffee. -sits down, still half asleep- Dummy: -starts whizzing around making coffee- Steve: -sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book he got from home the day before. He looks up- Good... morning? Tony: -grunts at Steve as Dummy delivers a cup of cup to him, drinking it down greedily- Steve: -mutters- Finally, someone who likes coffee on this island. Tony: Coffee good. -drinks more- Steve: -chuckles- Amen to that. Tony: -peers at him- It's too early to be cheerful. Steve: It's noon, Tony. Tony: My point exactly. -finishes the cup, and holds it out for Dummy to get more- Steve: -laughs- You missed the best part of the day, though! Tony: -takes the refilled cup from Dummy- Anything that happens before one is pointless and dull. Steve: -he's being purposefully chipper now- But sunrises are beautiful! Tony: -glares- I'll take your word for it. Steve: -grins back at him- You sure you don't want me to wake you up at 5? Tony: Forget Death Eaters, you're going to be the cause of my untimely demise. Steve: -goes back to his book, but still talks to Tony- You should have thought of that before you hired me. Tony: -sticks his tongue out at Steve and keeps drinking his coffee- Steve: So if you get up at noon, what do you do with the rest of the day? Tony: Work mostly. Steve: -looks up and nods, mindful of TOBY resting in his hair- Alright. Guess I'll just... sit here. Tony: What do you usually do? Steve: Well, I used to have an office job, so pretty much the same exact thing. Tony: What, you don't ever have fun? Steve: -studies Tony warily- Define "fun". Tony: Seriously? Steve: -closes his book. he's genuinely curious- Was yesterday "fun" to you? Tony: Right up until the fighting for my life part. Steve: Oh, well then I have fun on a semi regular basis. Tony: -chuckles- Good to know. Steve: -cocks his head to the side- Did your school in America have houses based on character traits like Hogwarts? Tony: Nope. Steve: Huh. Alright. -grimaces- That sounds kinda depressing. Tony: -shrugs- Didn't really seem too important. Steve: Were you just separated by grades? Tony: Grades and gender. Steve: Oh yeah, of course. Tony: So what was Hogwarts like then? Steve: We were all separated into four houses based on character traits. The grades were mixed together in the dorms, but of course there were grade levels for classes. Tony: Huh, weird. Steve: -shrugs- I thought it was great. Tony: Lots of house bonding? Steve: Yeah, and with people that valued the same things I did. It was a nice change for me. Tony: Sounds great. -rolls his eyes- Steve: -laughs a little- Okay, yeah, it sounds goofy. I'll give you that. Tony: -grins- Just a tad. Steve: -smiles- Oh, and our houses got points based on behavior and the Quidditch games. Tony: Points? Did you get a prizes or something? Steve: -shaking with quiet laughter- The House with the most points got the House Cup at the end of the year. Tony: So you got jack shit. Steve: -grinning- Now that's a really rude way of putting it. Tony: It's also true. Steve: Nonono, the winner also got a sense of pride and bragging rights. Tony: See, I got that automatically in school. -grins- Steve: -rolls his eyes, still smiling- Some of us had to take what we could. Tony: Sounds tedious. Steve: At times it was, especially when the most amount of points came from the Quidditch games. Tony: Did you play? Steve: Nope. Tony: A shame, it's a fun game. Bet you would have been a killer chaser. Steve: They tried to recruit me my sixth year. Tony: Oh I'm not surprised. Steve: I was and still kinda am. -shrugs- Doesn't matter, though. Can't fly a broom to save my life. Tony: -laughs- I was flying before I could walk. Steve: -frowns a little, thinking- I feel like I should know who you are. Did you play professionally or something? Tony: -laughs- Not exactly. Steve: -folds his arms and leans back in his chair. after a pause, he shakes his head- I can't figure it out. Tony: Think broomsticks. Steve: -studies Tony for a second or two before he gets it. stares at Tony- No.... Stark Flyers? Tony: Bingo. Steve: -blinks at Tony a little- That took me a really long time to figure out. Tony: Just a bit. Steve: -laughs- Sorry. I've never been good with names. Tony: -shrugs- No big deal. I don't exactly seem the part. Steve: Yeah, the metal charming threw me off. -reaches up into his hair and gently takes TOBY into his hand, petting the beetle- How'd you get into metal charming, anyway? Tony: -shrugs- Needed some extra money. I learned it in Mongolia, crazy ass woman there made these unbelievable metal structures. Gave her my broom to bribe her to teach me. Steve: Woah, wait, you were in Mongolia? Tony: Yeah, about six months. Stop there when I was heading towards the Philippines. Steve: -interested- Why the Philippines? Tony: Cheap booze and attractive men. Steve: -snorts- Fair enough. -no of course Steve doesn't latch onto the word "men" and nonono he doesn't make note of it that Tony didn't say "women". Ridiculous. Nope. Never. Oh fuck it of course he did.- Tony: Went a lot of places after school actually. Never one place for more than a few months. Mongolia was the longest. Steve: Sounds like fun. I'm kinda jealous. Tony: Well, I don't travel much anymore. Steve: Why not? Tony: -shrugs and looks down- Steve: -takes that as a cue to change the subject- How did you meet Darcy? Did she latch onto your arm, too? Tony: -chuckles- Was at a party about a year ago, had a bit too much to drink. Woke up on her couch. Apparently I tried to apparate drunk. She'll deny it to her death, but Darcy is a mother hen. Steve: -chuckles at the story- Got any theories on why she brought me to you? I still don't get it. Tony: -gives him a look- Really? Steve: -raises an eyebrow- Why, do I look that helpless? -thinks- Well I was holding a red Rememberball when she talked to me. Tony: -laughs- No, no, it's not like that. Darcy is just... not subtle. Steve: -frowns in confusion, waiting for Tony to explain- Tony: You're not used to people flirting with you, do you? Steve: -surprised- She was flirting with me? Tony: Well... yeah. Steve:... Wow, I missed that completely. Tony: Yeah, she noticed. Steve: -winces- Whoops. Tony: Eh, she'll be okay. Bounces back quick. Steve: Good.... I guess. Tony: So what about you? Steve: What do you mean what about me? Tony: You got a girlfriend, boyfriend somewhere? Steve: -stares at Tony, trying to figure out if this is what flirting is- No, I'm single. Tony: -smiles softly- Okay. Steve: -wow he feels really out of his depth suddenly- What about you? Tony: Oh, nah. Steve: -smiles softly back- Good. -flinches and backtracks, blushing- I mean no, not good! That's... Um. It's fine. Yep. Okay. I... okay. Tony: -just watches him, eyebrow raised- Steve:... I'm just going to read my book now. -puts TOBY on his shoulder and opens his book to a random page- Tony: -laughs- Okay. -stands- I should get to work anyways. Steve: Alright. Have fun! Tony: You too. -walks out of the room- Steve: -internally beats himself up as Tony leaves. He tries to find his page in the book again- Tony: -goes to his workshop- JARVIS: -flies into the kitchen, landing on the table in front of Steve- Hello Mr. Rogers. Steve: -so startled by the bot that he falls out of his chair with a shout- JARVIS: Are you alright sir? Steve: -quickly stands back up, staring at the metal owl- You talk. JARVIS: Indeed. Steve: -stares a little more and then clears his throat- Alright, then. What's your name? JARVIS: I am JARVIS. Steve: -slowly sits in his chair again- Nice to meet you, JARVIS. JARVIS: I am sorry we could not meet when you arrived, Mr. Stark had me delivering a package overseas. Steve: That's alright.... Wait, how did you know my name? JARVIS: Dummy told me sir. Steve: Dummy talks, too? JARVIS: Not in the way you regard language sir, but yes. Steve: Huh. That's cool. But you speak English. How is that possible? JARVIS: Mr. Stark sir. Steve: Wow. He's really talented. JARVIS: Indeed. Steve: -hesitates- Do you like to be petted? JARVIS: That is more MAL's area of expertise. Steve: -smirks- So that's a no? JARVIS: Yes sir. Steve: Fair enough. JARVIS: Is there anything you need sir? Steve: I'm fine. Thank you, though. JARVIS: Alright. -flies out of the room- Steve: -watches the metal owl leave, smiling a little. goes back to his book- -A Couple Days Later- Tony: -sitting in his workshop, doing maintenance on Dummy- Steve: -down in the workshop with Tony, quietly drawing- JARVIS: -flies in- Sir, Mr. Stane is at the door. Tony: Huh? What's he doing here? JARVIS: He did not say sir. Tony: Right, this'll only be a minute. -stands, wiping his hands on his jeans and walking out of the room- Steve: -looks up- Um, alright. -goes back to drawing- Tony: -goes to the living room, and sees Obie standing there, looking at his bots- Obie? What's going on? Stane: Oh, was just in the neighborhood, thought I'd see how you were doing. Tony: Fine, fine. Business is doing well. Stane: Right, still selling your... trinkets. Steve: -shh nodon'tstayout. Stay out. Be smart. Stay out of it. Just keep drawing, Tony can take care of himself. He keeps drawing, but the marks are thicker and harder- Tony: -scowls- Yep. Steve: -Nevermind. Tony didn't sound happy. puts his pencil and paper down and goes to the workshop door. He puts on his best shy face and walks into the living room. He stops like he's just seen Stane and Tony talking- Oh, sorry. I was just going to the kitchen. Stane: Oh, who's your friend Tone? Tony: Steve Rogers. He's my bodyguard. Steve: -holds out his hand to Stane with a smile. He hopes it doesn't look as tight as it feels.- Nice to meet you. Stane: -takes his hand, squeezing tightly- Obidiah Stane. -looks at Tony- What do you need a body guard for? Tony: Death Eaters tried to kill me a few days ago. The aurors are working on tracking them down, but in the meantime... -gestures to Steve- Steve: -nods to Stane, letting go of the man's hand, forcing himself not to fist it at his side- Stane: Death Eaters? Tone, you should have owled me immediately. I can get you a real security detail. Steve: -he nearly does a silent, wandless Protego as a "fuck you" to Stane, but he resists and stays quiet- Tony: I don't need a security detail, Steve is fine. Stane: Really? What are your qualifications Steve? Steve: I helped protect him when the Death Eaters attacked the first time. Stane: How convenient. Tony: Obie, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself, don't worry. Steve: -He needs a fucking medal for not laughing out loud and keeping a straight face- Stane: -scowls- I don't like you being at risk Tone. Darcy: -steps in- Hey! The door was open, so I just figured I... -stops when she sees Obie- Oh, uh, hi! Stane: -looks from Tony to her- Why hello. Who might you be? Steve: -smiles- Hi, Darcy! Darcy: -holds out a hand- I'm Darcy Lewis! Tony: She's a friend. Obie: -takes her hand, kissing it- A pleasure miss Lewis. I'm Obidiah Stane. Darcy: -Okay creepy old man kissing her hand, she can roll with that- Nice to meet you. Steve: -.... He's not even going to comment on that shit- What are you up to, Darcy? Darcy: Well, just letting you guys know I'm heading back to China next week. I've got a couple things I'm going before then -don't fucking blush- but yeah, after that I'll be gone for five months. Tony: Okay. Stane: -studies the small woman thoughtfully- Steve: Oh, well, hope you have fun! Darcy: Anyways, didn't mean to interrupt. I'll stop by before I leave town. Tony: Alright, see ya. -grins- Steve: Bye, Darc. Stane: Goodbye, it was good to meet you. -nods to her- Darcy: Yeah, good to meet you. Bye guys! -waves to them and walks back out- Stane: Well, I should probably get going too. Tone, it was good to see you. Stay safe, okay? Tony: -nods- Good to see you Obie. Stane: -gives Steve a cool look- Good to meet you. Steve: -equally hard- Likewise. Stane: -leaves- Tony: -sighs and leans against the counter, running a hand through his hair- Steve: -watches Stane leave and glances at Tony. pause.- "Tone"? Tony: It's what my dad used to call me. Steve: Oh. Sorry. Tony: -shrugs- No big. Steve: Who was that? Tony: My dad's old business partner. He runs Stark Industries now. Steve: -folds his arms- You don't seem to like the guy. Tony: -shrugs- Steve: Why? Tony: He's just a bit of a hard ass, nothing major. Steve: -nods. He's a bit angry and he thinks it's showing, but he couldn't care less at this point.- Tony: You okay? Steve: -jaw works for a second- I'm just tired of people thinking I'm working with Death Eaters. Tony: Hey, don't worry about him. He's just paranoid. Steve: But he's not the only one. Hill thought so, too. Tony: Well, are you a death eater? Steve: What? No! Tony: Then don't worry about it. Steve: -rolls his shoulders and relaxes a little- Tony: Look, Obie's an asshole. You shouldn't let him get to you. Steve: -relaxes a little bit more- I'll try. Tony: Also, I was right about Darcy. Steve: What about her? Tony: Bouncing back. -winks- Steve: H... How do you even know that? Tony: Seriously, are you like blind? Did you see her blush when she was talking about having "plans"? Steve: Oh. Oh yeah, I was wondering why she blushed. Tony: Uh huh. Steve: Have any ideas on who those "plans" are with? Tony: Not a clue. Steve: -nods. pause- Why don't you get professional security? Tony: I like my privacy. Steve: But you don't really have privacy if I'm here. Tony: You're different. Steve: -states it like it's a fact, not in any way bitter- I'm just a kid from Brooklyn, Tony. I'm not special at all. Tony: Sure about that? Steve: Yeah. Tony: Well, I disagree. Steve: -studies Tony, but looks away with a shrug- You're entitled to your own opinion, then. Tony: -gives him a look, but doesn't reply- Steve: -silence. Well this is somehow awkward. time to make a hasty retreat in a non-Gryffindor fashion.- I'm going to go draw. -walks off toward the workshop- Tony: -rolls his eyes and smiles, following Steve back to the workshop- Steve: -sits down and gets his paper and pencil again- You don't think Obie's going to come back any time soon, right? Tony: -shrugs- Can never tell with him. Steve: -grimaces- Yay. -The Morning Of Darcy's Date- Tony: -is sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee- JARVIS: -swoops in, dropping a stack of letters in front of Tony- Sir, your mail. Tony: Anything interesting? JARVIS: A letter from Auror Fury, three commissions, and four letters from various wizards wishing to see you again. Tony: Boring, dull, why do you waste my time? JARVIS: My sincere apologies sir. -flies out of the room again- Tony: Cheeky bastard. Steve: -walks in- What'd JARVIS do now? Tony: Still trying to turn me into a responsible adult, with little progress thankfully. Steve: -dryly- Heaven forbid. Tony: Oh don't you start. -grins at him- Steve: -smirks back- Of course not. Perish the thought. -looks around- Where's Dummy? Is he making breakfast since you're up before noon? Tony: Yeah, he's making omelets. Steve: Alright. -sits down opposite of Tony- Tony: So what are you up to today? Steve: -shrugs- Thinking about going to get more paper and pencils. Tony: What are you always drawing anyways? TOBY: -crawls out of Steve's pocket and starts up his shirt- Steve: -he doesn't even bother looking when TOBY crawls up his shirt. But don't fucking blush, Steve. Don't blush. Don't. The tips of his ears don't listen, though. He shrugs again- Just whatever interests me. Buildings, people, objects, doesn't matter. Tony: You any good? Steve: I've been told that I am, yeah. Tony: Could I see some of them? Steve: -stares at Tony in mild surprise- You want to see them? Tony: Yeah, why not? TOBY: -nestles against Steve's shoulder- Steve: -clears his head- Most people in the magical community don't really... care. But hey, if you want to see them I'm fine with that. Tony: Yeah, sure, why not. Steve: Alright, let me go get my sketchbook. -gets up and heads out of the kitchen- Tony: Cool, very cool. Dummy: -flies in, a plate levitating underneath him, and puts the food in front of Tony- Tony: Aha! Yes, breakfast! -starts to eat- Steve: -flips through his sketchbook, trying to find drawings not of Tony. It's hard, but there are earlier pictures in the book of people Tony's never met. flips to the beginning and walks back to the kitchen.- Tony: -mouth full- Want some omelet? Steve: Yes, please. -sits down next to Tony and slides his sketchbook over- Here. -The first pages are drawings of people he saw randomly in a cafe. They're sketches, each picture taking up only a small section of the paper. There are buildings, too. They're older, with ivy crawling up the side. The further along in the book that Tony gets, the sketches pick up one subject. An elderly lady, thin as a toothpick, but strong in spirit. All the pictures are dated, but six months ago, the drawings stop and don't pick up again until three months ago. They go back to buildings and people, with the elderly lady only every once in a while.- Tony: -pushes his plate to Steve and picks up the sketchbook, flipping through it slowly- Steve: Thanks. -eats- Tony: These are really good. Steve: -To an artist who draws such personal stuff, that's like telling Steve his blood, sweat, and tears are pretty. quietly- Thank you. Tony: I mean, I don't know a whole lot about art, but... wow. -keeps flipping- Steve: -He actually lets himself accept the praise. stays silent- Tony: -turns the page and stops. It's a drawing of him in his shop, working on one of his bots- Steve: -he doesn't realize Tony was flipping that fast and he doesn't know that Tony is looking at one of the many pictures Steve has drawn of him.- Tony: -turns the page and sees another one, of him and Dummy- Steve: -looks over finally and... shitshitshit. He flushes and he can feel the heat radiate off of his face- Uh... Th-That's... uh. -reaches toward the sketchbook to take it- Tony: -pulls the sketchbook back from Steve's reach- Hey, I'm not done looking. Steve: -tries to reach across Tony to get the sketchbook, mumbling- But you weren't supposed to see those! Tony: Why not? -holds it back more- Steve: -flustered- Because- -looks at Tony and realizes that he's really in Tony's personal space, nearly on top of him trying to get his book back. He freezes where he is, drawings forgotten when he's so close to the actual subject. He can see all the details he couldn't before and he absently makes a mental note to buy colored pencils for Tony's eyes, which are breath-taking up close. He can't seem to reach for the sketchbook anymore, but he can't seem to move away either.- Tony: -he can't breath for a moment, because suddenly Steve is there, so close it's almost too much. The sketchbook falls back to the table, forgotten, and Tony leans forward unthinkingly- Steve: -He doesn't even notice the sketchbook. All he's fixated on is that Tony is leaning in closer. Kiss. OH they're going to kiss. And that is completely okay with him. He was planning to tell Tony how he felt when the job was over, but here they are. About to kiss. But. fuck. He still can't move- Tony: -before he can overthink this and realize what a potentially horrible idea it is, his lips are against Steve's- Steve: -The kiss actually kicks his mind into gear about what's happening just a little. He lets his outstretched hand rest on Tony's sternum as he welcomes the kiss. And he finally, FINALLY let's his other hand go to Tony's hair.- Tony: -grabs Steve's shirt, pulling him closer- Steve: -makes a little surprised noise, but his eyes slip closed as his mind zaps out again- Tony: -tilts his head, deepening the kiss- Steve: -hand moves down to Tony's waist. He can't fight for dominance in the kiss, his brain is so melted already. He lets Tony deepen the kissing happily- Tony: -wraps a hand around Steve's neck- TOBY: -jostled slightly, starts crawling up Steve's face to the safety of his hair- Steve: -TOBY doesn't even phase him. He has a brief moment of lucidity where he wonders what would happen if he ran his tongue on Tony's lip. So he does.- Tony: -shudders and opens his mouth- Steve: -there's a sudden rush of heat through him and he lets out a small moan as he explores Tony's mouth with his tongue- Tony: -Lets Steve in, feeling dizzy as they kiss- Steve: -He can feel his face scrape along Tony's beard. licks the roof of Tony's mouth- Tony: -moans, and cups Steve's face- Steve: -chairschairschairs he hates chairs. it's hard to kiss like this, honestly, and if this is going where he thinks it's going he'll be a very happy camper but not in a chair. runs his fingers through Tony's hair- Tony: -Okay fuck this. He stands, pulling Steve with him to not break the kiss, and leans against the table, shoving the contents out of the way- Steve: -laughs into Tony's mouth a little, but now he's flush against him, trapping Tony against the table. He's going nuts, he's gotta be. Steve wonders how far he can go and what he can't and can do. His nose bumps against Tony's as he tilts his head to the right, trying to get better access to Tony's mouth.- Tony: -moans again and slides his tongue into Steve's mouth- Steve: -groans in response and lets Tony explore, his hands tightening on Tony's waist- Tony: -lifts himself so he's perched on the table, wrapping his legs around Steve's hips- Steve: -momentarily chokes on air. He slips his hands under Tony's shirt, tracing the planes of Tony's chest- Tony: -gasps at the touch, leaning into it- Steve: -moves from Tony's mouth down his chin and jaw to kiss his neck- Tony: -tilts his head back, clinging to Steve- Steve: -keeps kissing his neck, Tony's shit hiking up higher and tracing to his heart's content- TOBY: -sits happily in Steve's hair- Tony: -moves his arms so Steve can pull off the shirt- Steve: -smirks and pulls away, raising his arms- Tony: -yanks off his shirt, and then takes off Steve's, pulling him close again- Steve: -kisses Tony again, fingers digging into Tony's bear skin- Tony: -runs his hands over Steve's back, kissing him fiercely- Steve: -he wonders if he's supposed to pick up a signal from this. He rolls his hips into Tony- Tony: -moans and tightens his legs- Steve: -He'll take that signal. cups Tony's ass through his pants- Tony: -Oh, this is nice. He would like more of this. Tony deepened the kiss, rolling his hips forward- Steve: -gasps and squeezes Tony's ass in response- Tony: -nips at Steve's swollen bottom lip- Steve: -moans and grinds forward- Tony: -hisses, arching up- Steve: -hooks his thumb under Tony's pants- Tony: -takes Steve's hand and moves it to the zipper of his trousers, looking at him- Steve: -pauses for a second before working on the zipper- You sure you want to do this on the kitchen table? Tony: Why not? -leans forward and starts licking and sucking on Steve's neck- Steve: -feels like he can't get enough air- Because we eat here? -Despite his own arguments, though, he gets Tony's pants undone and cups Tony's cock- Tony: -gives a choked gasp- Well, good thing I'm very talented... -licks a long, slow stripe across Steve's collarbone- at cleaning spells. Steve: -shivers and pulls out Tony's cock. His voice is deeper, lower then he expected- Glad to hear it. Tony: -grabs the back of Steve's neck again, yanking him close for a kiss- Pants. Off. Steve: -smiles and starts unbuckling his pants with one hand- Tony: -Well, that's going to take too long for his liking. He grabs his wand, wordlessly making his pants disappear- Steve: -starts when his pants are completely gone and blushes- You're really impatient, aren't you? Tony: -grins- One of my finest qualities. Steve: -grins back- Well then... -gives Tony's cock a quick jerk- You better tell me what method we're doing, here. Tony: -gasps- Whatever you want. Steve: -That catches him off guard a little, honestly. Still, he starts kissing and nipping a trail down Tony's neck, slowly giving Tony a handjob- Tony: -groans, leaning into Steve's hand- F-Fucking tease. Steve: -licks Tony's pulse point- I thought it was whatever I wanted? If you have any suggestions, speak up. Tony: Fuck me, blow me, I don't care! Steve: Got any lube? Tony: Y-Yeah. -lifts wand again- Accio lube! -a moment later, the tube is flying through the air, landing in his palm- Steve: -takes the tube from Tony quickly. He's getting impatient now, too. It's freaking infectious- Condom too? -squeezes the lube onto his fingers- Tony: -summons that as well, shoving it into Steve's hand- Steve: -closes the lube, dropping it on the table. He takes the condom and gently lays Tony onto the table- Tony: -lays back, shoving his pants off-
-cue sexytimes- Steve: -he's pretty sure Tony is still on the table. He's laying on the floor, though, trying to figure out how he went from unrequited love to sex in the matter of... a half hour? Who knows how long- Tony: -lays limp on the table, feeling as if his bones had been spelled to mush. God, that was... Tony opened his eyes and looked down at Steve, smiling softly at his sweaty, ruffled hair- Steve: -grins back- Hi. Tony: Hi. Steve: -gestures to the space between them- This is the disadvantage of having sex on a table. Tony: I'd join you on the floor, but sadly that requires moving. Steve: -sighs- I can't crawl up to the table. Tony: This is a problem. Steve: -sighs. after a few seconds, he sits up, groaning- Fiiiine. -manages to pull himself up and get all but his legs on the table Tony: -grins widely at Steve- Steve: -moans, fighting a smile- I should have dragged you to a bed or something. Tony: -laughs- You seemed perfectly fine here twenty minutes ago. Steve: -blushes bright red- Y-Yeah, but now I am laying on the table. Tony: You poor thing. Steve: -finally lets himself grin- Yep. Tony: -rolls his eyes and kisses him- Steve: -kisses back lazily, still grinning- Tony: -God, he loves Steve. And at that thought he freezes, and pulls away, sitting up- Steve: -concerned- Tony? Tony: Yeah, um, I should get to the shop, have some... time sensitive projects, shouldn't leave them too long. -stands, grabbing his pants- Steve: -He's genuinely confused. sits up- Um. Okay. Where are my pants, by the way? Tony: Um... not sure. -starts getting dressed- Steve: -He doesn't know what to think- Are you alright? Tony: -quickly- Yeah, fine. Steve: -hesitates, but drops the subject- Okay.... Tony: Yeah. -flees to his workshop. God he is an idiot- Steve: -watches Tony leave, still horribly confused. What did Steve do wrong? shakes his head, wondering if he was just used. goes to his room, picking up his clothes and shooting some cleaning spells on the way out.-
