Oh god I love CN!Steve going imma kill you if you even think about Tony like that. I guess it should be scary but it's not here. Like hey my omega is so hawt but you all don't live or respect him and you'd have crushed him so I'll punch your face in if you even think about it. But imagine T having a heat at MIT and horny alphas standing outside and Steve growling from the window to scare them away. Or Rhodes going, seriously you're lusting after Caps omega?
“You said, and I’m quoting here, ‘I’ll just stand at the back, Tony. I won’t say a word. You’ll barely notice I’m there,”’ Tony reminded him in a disgruntled voice as he dragged Steve out of his Intro to Robotics class and shoved him against the far wall next to a couple of water fountains.
“Technically, that’s exactly what I did,” Steve shrugged.
“Yeah. You stood there. At the back of the class. All quiet like,” Tony agreed, nodding, his mouth pursing. “WEARING YOUR CAPTAIN AMERICA UNIFORM AND TOTING THE SHIELD AND GLARING DEATH AT EVERYONE IN THERE! That was not in the spirit of what we agreed to, Steven Grant Rogers, and you know it, don’t you give me that technically bullshit.” He swatted, ineffectually, at Steve’s chest and shot an annoyed look at a group of students huddled next to the announcement board. “The poor professor didn’t even get through the syllabus, his voice was shaking so much. And that Alpha who sat next to me scooted his desk so far over, he was practically on top of the poor kid next to him,” Tony added with a harrumphing frown
“Personal space is a thing, Tony,” Steve grinned. “You told me that, remember. You said, ‘Steve, it’s so weird, no one even moves out of the way to let me by, it’s like they just expect me to go around them, it’s so annoying.’ That’s what you said. And I said that was strange, because that’s never happened to me. Then you said--”
“I know what I said,” Tony interrupted, holding up his hand and aiming an annoyed grimace at Steve. “Oh, you just love this, don’t you? Yeah, you do. Look,” Tony pointed, “Look at those poor Alphas trying desperately not to look at me. That one’s going to--yep, he ran into the glass door. See? See what happens? This is what happens every time you show up. Now, everyone’s looking--dammit!” Tony broke off as Steve made a sudden move forward, sending the pack of unfortunate students who had been watching him and Steve suddenly scattered like roaches when you turn on the light. Steve huffed out a laugh and looked down at Tony with a wink.
“Stop that,” Tony admonished, though he couldn’t keep the laugh out of his voice. “No one’s ever going to talk to me.”
“No one’s ever going to talk to you unless you want them to,” Steve gently corrected. Tony frowned at him, then sighed.
“Yeah, well...I can handle myself, you know. I’ve gotten pretty good at it. And I have Rhodey. He takes care of me, you know that. I don’t need you always playing knight in shining armor every time I complain,” Tony muttered, half under his breath. “Besides, it isn’t so bad anymore. They’re mostly used to me, this is just a new department now that I’m getting into classes for my major. They just need a little breaking in, that’s all. It just...it takes a little bit. It isn’t a big deal. I can take it. I mean, I’ve dealt with--you know. A lot. I’m tough now,” he laughed, a bit ruefully.
“I know you can handle yourself. I know just how brave you are, Tony,” Steve said. “You’re brave, all the time, so much more than you give yourself credit for. But...you shouldn’t have to be. Not always. Not when you have me.”
“Do you know how hard it is to stay mad at you when you say stuff like that and when you...look like this,” Tony asked. He reached up and grabbed at the leather braces that went around Steve’s shoulders and tugged at them, pulling Steve closer.
“All part of my brilliant strategy,” Steve smiled. “Terrify them,” he jerked his head towards the other students who were desperately trying to look literally anywhere else, Tony noticed, “and turn you on. Is it working?”
“Maybe,” Tony admitted. “Maybe a little. Like, a tad. Almost immeasurable, really, it’s barely--ummpfh” Tony broke off as Steve leaned down and captured his mouth in a long, lingering kiss. Finally, Steve pulled back, his arms still around Tony’s waist, holding him up, which was probably a good thing because Tony was clinging to the leather straps on Steve’s uniform for dear life. “Okay, so, maybe, technically, there are a few benefits to having you visit class,” Tony admitted. “Want to go walk across campus in a completely straight line and see what happens?”