stony, "I don't know why I married you." 💕
"Steve. Steve. Steve. Steeeeeeeeve."
Steve sighed and rubbed at his eyes. The paperwork in front of him had long since gone from legible words to nothing but black marks on white paper, but it was due tomorrow and he really didn't want to get yelled at by Fury again. He resolutely ignored the sounds of Tony doing some weird shimmy-dance behind him, because he always did something weird when Steve was trying to focus and he glared at the papers.
"Steve, pay attention to me," Tony whined, walking up behind him and putting his hands on Steve's shoulders. His hands were warm and strong like they always were and Steve felt some of his resolve crumble. "I'm so lonely. It's like you took a mistress but the mistress is just mountains of paperwork. I hope it satisfies you in bed."
And that's it, that's all she wrote, folks, because Steve couldn't stop himself from huffing out a laugh at his husband's ridiculousness. Tony mock-cheered. "He hasn't been turned into a mindless henchman yet!"
Steve spun his chair around and grinned up at Tony, who was looking down at him with bright eyes. His hair was sticking up wildly like it always did after he went on a stint in the workshop, but it looked like he'd changed out of whatever he'd been wearing because instead of a ratty pair of jeans and an equally worn tank-top, he was wearing one of Steve's sweatshirts (the soft maroon one that they all but fought over) and Captain America boxers. Oh, so that's the game he wanted to play?
"Y'know, you shouldn't pick favorites like that," he teased. Tony curtsied with them.
"How can I not? I married you," and even now, a solid year after the wedding, Tony lit up with excitement at the fact. Steve opened his mouth to say something sweet and romantic, but then Tony leapt forwards and slapped the side of Steve's upper thigh. "For that ass!" He crowed, and Steve leant back in his chair and gave a longsuffering groan.
"I don't know why I married you."
Tony's resulting laughter reminded him exactly why.