prompt: steve suddenly has bunny ears and a bushy bunny tail. tony really really wants to touch his tail (and maybe some other things too)
Thanks for the prompt anon! I couldn’t help but do this one for Easter. I got a bit cheeky with it; I hope you don’t mind :P
Tony shifted the basket higher up on his arm and tried to keep his pasted on smile from shifting into something R-rated. This is for the kids, he kept reminding himself. The kids. On Easter. With Captain Hopper, the Easter supersoldier. Or something.
When the hospital asked the Avengers to come help the kids with their annual Easter egg hunt, Tony had thought nothing of it. It was the kind of gig they did all the time, whenever they could, to use their celebrity to bring some light into dark corners. It always felt a bit odd - how was it that Tony somehow had the power to make some stranger smile that wide? But if he'd been blessed with celebrity status of the positive kind, he was going to use it to the best of his ability.
Steve, on the other hand, was hilariously awkward around the kids. He loved them and wanted to be there, making them laugh and clap their hands together, but he'd spent so little time around kids growing up, and was so constantly terrified of misusing his serum-powered strength, that he never seemed to know what to do when they hugged him or tugged on his sleeves.
But let it never be said that he didn't go into this sort of thing whole hog.
Or, uh, whole hare, as the case may be.
"One of your ears is flopping," Natasha said, righting the band on Steve's head.
"Thank you," he said, all seriousness, and Tony bit his tongue. Okay so maybe the whole playboy bunny thing had had a bit of a formative effect on Tony. Maybe there was something irresistibly sexy about a hot man with bunny ears and a tail. But Tony could restrain himself, especially since they were going to a kids' hospital. He could.
Steve bent over to pick up his basket, and the fluffy white tail pinned to the back of his pants drew Tony's eye.
Steve straightened and shot Tony a smile, and Tony hastily started adding eggs to his basket, focusing on anything besides the way one of Steve's long white ears was starting to flop over in the middle again. The pink satin lining looked so soft; Tony wanted a handful of it.
"Ready?" Steve asked, suddenly beside Tony.
"Ready," Tony croaked. "Let's hop to it!"
Half the team laughed and half the team groaned. In the car, Tony carefully put Natasha and Bruce between himself and Bunny Steve, not trusting his hands not to wander. The hospital staff was over the moon to see them, hustling them to the play room where they'd set up the egg hunt. The kids that could leave their rooms were gathered together, some in wheelchairs, many with face masks on, a few on oxygen, but every face lit up with a smile when the Easter Avengers came in.
When they'd shaken every hand and handed out all the eggs in Clint's basket - and each kid had a chance to pick up Steve's shield (a lightweight mockup Tony had made for PR) - the gang split up and visited the kids who couldn't leave their rooms, handing out candy and toys and hugs, taking selfies, and making days.
At the end of it all, Tony was so tired, and so happy, he'd forgotten about Steve's tail - until they got back to the tower. But before he could get a handful, Steve slipped away with Natasha to take Easter pictures for their social media accounts, and Tony was pulled into cooking with Bruce.
At dinner, Steve had taken off the bunny costume, and Tony did his best to hide his disappointment. Eating all together, laughing and sharing jokes as a team, lit something warm deep in Tony's chest. This was family. This was happy.
Clint and Thor did the dishes while Bruce and Natasha argued over the TV remote. After packing up the leftovers, Tony looked around and realized Steve was missing. He said his goodnights then took the elevator up to the penthouse. The apartment was calm and quiet, but when he opened the bedroom door, a warm light was on, and Steve was sprawled across the bed. He put his book down and smiled at Tony. All he was wearing was a pair of dark blue boxers.
Steve chuckled. "I saw you looking."
"But I was being so subtle." Tony walked up to the edge of the bed and reached out to tweak one of the ears crooked. He could feel his cheeks heating. "You just look so damn cute like this."
Steve stretched out then rolled over, propping his chin on his pillow. Tony traced the long lines of his perfect back, down to where he'd stuck the tail to his boxers. He couldn't help reaching out and finally grabbing a handful of the white fluff, fingers grazing Steve's skin. Steve reached up and grabbed Tony's collar then tugged him down into a searing kiss. "Hoppy Easter,"' he whispered, grinning.
"Oh, you are going to pay for that one!"
