Tony/Steve/Crocs. For Amy.
Tony froze. His heart pounded in his chest and a cold sweat broke out over his brow. "Steve," he murmured, gripping the door frame for support, "Steve, your feet."
Steve turned, making an embarrassed noise in the back of his throat. In sync, they looked down at Steve's feet.
At the bright pink Crocs on Steve's feet.
"Crocs?! Crocs?! Why the hell are you wearing Crocs!?"
"You may be scornful, Tony, but I feel like I'm walking on clouds," Steve said as he drew himself up a bit straighter and crossed his arms.
"Scornful!" Tony turned away from Steve before whirling to face him again. "You know I hate Crocs! You know they make me feel sick to my stomach!"
"But why?! Why does the world hate Crocs?!"
"Because they're disgusting, ugly, crappy lumps of mishapen plastic and I will not be seen with a man who wears them!"
The silence rang between them. Steve swallowed, looking back down at his feet and crossing his arms.
"I'm not taking them off, Tony. This is ridiculous, I like them."
Tony left, the door slamming closed behind him. Days and days past, but still he refused to even acknowledge Steve, and Steve refused to take off the pink Crocs.
Ignoring each other turned to sniping comments. To biting sarcasm - and finally, to punches. Terrible, terrifying fights that literally rocked the world - Iron Man and Captain America, fighting to the death.
It was Tony who got the last punch and finally ended the physical battle, sending Steve into silent, miserable despair. After catching just one glimpse of it - of what they'd lost, both knew it had not been worth it.
What they had was so much more valuable. They had love.
The next day, Tony knocked on Steve's door, a bag in his hands.
"What do you want...?" Steve asked, taking a step back.
"I want to apologize," Tony murmured. "For everything. If you want to wear the Crocs, fine. But... I'm wearing them too." He reached into the bag and pulled out an identical pair of pink Crocs.
Steve slowly grinned, letting out a laugh as Tony raised an eyebrow and pulled out a little bag of decorations too.
"Tony, are those--... are those real diamonds?"
"If we're going to wear Crocs, we're going to wear Crocs with diamonds."
This is nothing but a ridiculous present for one of my best friends in the whole wide world ever. Amy.
