- Robin, I swear, this guy .. he has this power over me. It's like .. he's a wizard, and I'm his mage. I think it's his hair. He has this like .. really beautiful hair, and whenever I see it I get the whoo-whoos.
- But it can also be his eyelashes. He has these really gorgeous eyelashes, and whenever he flutters them, I uh .. I get .. my heart, it sinks to my belly.
- And it can be his eyes as well, because whenever he looks at me with these two depthless wells of blue and turquoise and gray and .. did I mention blue ?? I'm drowning, drowning, like I wasn't the best swimmer on the team in high school ..
- STEVE, STOP.
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Inspo: New Girl. Re-watching and making everything possible harringrove. Steve and Billy are flatmates, and Steve's suffering
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Avengers Assemble (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Jane Foster (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Oblivious Steve, Jealous Steve, Feelings Realization, Undercover Missions, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Truth or Dare, Protective Steve, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, 5+1 Things, Getting Together, Fluff, Minor Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, Minor Carol Danvers/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, POV Steve Rogers
Summary:
Tony and Natasha pose as a couple for an undercover mission. Steve doesn’t find this distracting. Not at all.
And yet, it all goes downhill from there.
(5 times Steve is distracted thinking of Tony, and 1 time Tony distracts Steve on purpose.)
My AA @stonylovessteve 2020 fic for @b0n3l3ssm1lk, featuring jealousy, a major dose of pining Steve, and a game of Truth and Dare 💖
11. “Wow, you look… amazing.” For Steve and Tony pls? 💛
#11: “Wow, you look… amazing.”
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“Wow, you look… amazing.”
Steve’s cheeks colour immediately, and he balls his hands into fists to stop himself from fixing a tie that doesn’t need fixing
The fact that Tony can’t stop staring at him unabashedly doesn’t help
“Thanks Shellhead,” he says, his voice a bit too squeaky for his taste, “you’re not too bad yourself”
Tony spins around, fluffing his tuxedo jacket, “The stitching on this is so close that its basically a second skin, but I can’t complain about the results”
“No,” Steve says, his mouth a bit dry, “no you can’t”
“but YOU!” Tony says, reaching out in an aborted motion to stroke his shoulders, “where have you been hiding all this muscle Winghead?”
“Wait don’t answer that -” Tony holds up a hand, “I already know the answer. It’s under all those khakis”
Steve puts on a token protest, but he can’t deny that his dress blues are more flattering than anything else he owns
Tony crinkles his nose, before holding out an elbow, “Shall we?”
Steve takes it gratefully, praying to his Ma’s gods that Tony can’t hear his heart hammering against his chest
“Once we get back,” Tony says as they step out of the elevator and towards his sports car for the night, “I’m burning all your clothes and buying you clothes that flatter you. It’s a human rights violation to cover up all that thigh in beige”
Alpha Steve x Omega Peter - college au fluff overload
Part one of gift to @everyflowerneedspruning
Steve ducks into the classroom, eyeing flickering over the already seated students. He keeps his head down, shuffling towards the back when he hears an incredulous:
“Steve?” from the front.
He turns to see Bruce, his roommate, staring at him with a bewildered expression. Steve hurries over to him and collapses into the seat, tugging his stuff out of his bag. “Hey, Bruce,” he greets distractedly, turning to glance at the door as more students shuffle in.
“Uh…hey?” He frowns, “are you…are you in this class?”
“Yeah, I just transferred.” He watches as another group of students filter in, chattering animatedly.
“You transferred to…to History of Math…”
Steve shoots his beta friend a mildly irritated glare. “Yes, Bruce. I did. Is that a problem?”
Bruce continues in the same bemused voice. “It’s just….History of Math. You’re a political science major...Here on a sports scholarship. And I’m pretty sure you once said that math was the most boring thing in the wor-“
“You know, maybe I just wanted to broaden my interests.” Steve grumbles in a clipped voice. “We’re seniors in college, Bruce. It’s the perfect time to try and widen your horizons and discover new opportunities.”
“…did you buy any of what you just said? Because I sure didn’t.” Bruce laughs.
Steve doesn’t reply.
His eyes are stuck on Peter.
The gorgeous omega who’s just in. He’s beautiful, oh god, he’s so beautiful. Steve watches as he makes his way to a seat at the back. He’s so dainty, with perfect cream skin and eyes that Steve could write sonnets about. Brown, but not just brown. The colour of Steve’s favourite chocolate, the colour of the mossy bark behind his house back home that trails into the forest. With specks of honeyed amber and glints of whiskey like fractures of sunlight. Those eyes are endlessly deep and a man could drown in the depths of them and die happy.
And his hair- his hair, always a little mussed and out of place; always wind swept with some lock falling, curled, into his face and a little tuft defying gravity. He’s wearing an oversized pink pastel sweater that drops down his shoulders, baring slivers of that lovely cream skin, and some denim shorts that should be illegal. Steve watches as he gracefully scoots into one of the seats and sets his leather satchel on the desk- looking for his laptop.
God, he’s the most gorgeous thing in the whole world and-
“Oh my god. You swapped for some omega?”
Steve whips around immediately and glares at Bruce who looks world-weary and judgemental at his discovery. “No! N-no! And he is not just some omega, he’s-“
“I know who he is,” Bruce sighs, pulling off his glasses and wiping them like he can’t bare looking at Steve. “He’s Peter Stark. As in, son of Tony Stark. Do you know who Tony Stark is, Steve? He’s the reason that Peter doesn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. He’s the Tony Stark. That’s why I’m beginning to question your sanity.”
Steve pouts at that, and sets his head in his hands miserably as the class starts. He spends most of it completely confused as to anything that the professor is saying, and the other part gazing at Peter as discreetly as he can manage. The boy is so beautiful, he aches. And he’s typing into an expensive laptop quickly, looking like he understands everything.
He probably does. He’s a genius, after all. He’s a Stark. He finds jokes about physics equations funny just by looking at them and Steve has to google them just to get the gist. He knows this because he- not stalks, but follows Peter on instagram- why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t he want to see candid selfies of the boy bashfully half hidden behind his hands? Of him lying in bed half asleep and hugging his kitten Ojai? The tiny little thing almost as cute as Peter that the boy had rescued from an animal shelter? Of sunsets and views and shots of him and his omega friends? Peter comments laughing emojis on science puns and math symbols and Steve is in love, double tapping every photo.
But Peter has millions of instagram followers. Steve’s just a nameless face.
It’s a disheartening thought. But probably a necessary one- Peter is a freshman, a tiny, doe-eyed freshman who looks much younger. Who even let him into a place as brutal as college? He’s so small. He’s so soft and amazing and-
Steve falls into a daydream where maybe one day he and Peter post a picture of the two of them on his instagram account and-
When he comes to, Bruce is standing in front of him, looking remarkably unimpressed. Everyone else is gone, the classroom is empty and Steve smiles sheepishly. “You are going to fail this module.” Bruce declares unsympathetically. “And I am not going to tutor you.”
So much for friendship.
He tries to push thoughts of Peter out of his head and he even manages a little. He manages not to think of those chestnut curls or that milky skin or his perfect smile and tight, plump ass. He tries not to think about that when the headline broke that Tony Stark’s only son would be going to the same college as Steve- he nearly lost his mind.
It’s two days later, in the middle of the afternoon after a gruelling practise in the summer heat, that he’s scanning the squad for some refreshments when, of course, of course, he sees Peter with a lemonade stand. Like something out of a wet dream.
He’s awed at the sight of him. White tennis shoes, his long legs bare, and white shorts that are so flowy and flimsy it almost looks like a skirt- with a cream crop top that is tantalisingly tempting as it flutters around the lean, taught stomach. God, Steve wants. Peter’s all flushed and red from the heat. He wants to cover that delicate skin in suncream and kiss him and adore him. He’s so distracted by the sight of Peter, that he jumps a foot in the air when the sound of a megaphone goes off in his ear.
“Football should not just be for Alphas!” A dark skinned omega yells at him, and shoves a flyer into his chest. He grunts a little at the force of it and stares at her in shock, as Peter heads over with a glass of lemonade.
“MJ,” he calls disapprovingly, “we’re not going to sell much lemonade if you keep yelling that at people.”
“And we’re not going to fight injustice by you handing out lemonade.” She grumbles, but heads off dutifully back to the stand. Steve watches her go warily, a little afraid. But now he’s left with Peter, Peter who’s so close and a little shiny with sweat so that Steve can smell him. God, he smells good. He smells like lavender and his favourite chocolate chip cookies and the barest hint of strawberries and-
“Sorry about MJ. She seems a little grumpy, but she’s just passionate. Would you like to buy some lemonade?” Peter asks adorably, rocking on his heels and beaming up at Steve and practically radiating sunshine and rainbows. “We’re collecting for the local animal shelter!”
Steve is already reaching for his bag to get his wallet, and doesn’t see the way Peter’s eyes linger on the places his shirt has stuck to his abs with sweat. He’s trying not to stumble in the face of the effortless beauty and the smell of sure a pure, sweet omega. He wants to think of something cool to say. Something suave and interesting. What comes out is: “Sure, I love animals.”
Fucking idiot. Who doesn’t love animals?
“Same!” Peter exclaims excitedly, “I have a kitten that I rescued from a shelter!”
“Really?” Steve asks, playing dumb, “what type is he?” He hands over the money- actually, he hands over all the money in his wallet, and Peter hands over the lemonade with eager hands. Like he just can’t wait for Steve to try it. He’s never ben this physically close to Peter before and the size difference is amazing. Peter is tiny- obviously, all omegas are, but Peter truly is the smallest thing ever. Steve thinks that at the smallest point of Peter’s waist, he could wrap his hands right around it. He’s like a little fairy, a dainty elfin omega.
“He’s the most adorable little cream and ivory tabby! Oh, and he has the most stunning bright blue eyes, look, I have a picture!” He reaches for his phone, and Steve is so completely fucking endeared, when Peter seems to notice the money in his hand.
He stares at it in confusion for a second, before looking up at Steve (and he really does have to look up), then back down to the money, then back at Steve. “You’re…you’re donating thirty dollars?” He whispers, eyes wide and he looks like he might cry with joy.
There goes dinner for tonight. And breakfast tomorrow. Steve nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s for a good cause,” he murmurs. Peter really is an angel, and he looks like one too, all decked out in white. Because Steve knows. Steve’s seen the pictures. He’s seen the photos of Peter’s home growing up- Stark Mansion, the stunning, enormous house in acres of green that Peter will go home to every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Summer for the rest of his degree. But he’s still acting like this is a lot of money, and god, he’s precious-
“MJ!” Peter calls, gesturing his scary friend over from the stand. “Come look! He’s-“ he cuts himself off, staring at Steve with his bambi eyes as MJ reluctantly comes over. “I’m so sorry! I don’t even know your name!”
“Steve Rogers,” he greets, trying to keep his voice level, and Peter smiles at him with his fucking dimples and rosy pink lips. Steve holds out his hand without trembling by some miracle.
Peter takes it in his tiny, dainty ones. It’s completely engulfed in Steve’s. “Peter,” he murmurs, like everyone on campus doesn’t know who he is. How could they not? Tony is famous, and everyone is utterly besotted by his gorgeous, perfect omega. MJ arrives, and Steve is momentarily distracted by her.
She’s a pretty omega, slim and delicate, and although a little taller than Peter, she has something unique about her. She has dark eyes and dark hair and she looks at him with narrowed eyes.
“Steve just donated thirty dollars!” Peter exclaims, waving the money at her. “Isn’t that amazing? Mrs Denver is going to be so happy! We’re so close to our goal! Do you think she’ll let us help repaint the sign?”
MJ’s cool veneer seems to waver a little, and she looks reluctantly amused by Peter’s bright eyed enthusiasm. “Maybe.” She answers noncommittally, “So, Steve. You like helping out?”
Steve swallows hard, and nods. “Yeah, uh- it’s a good cause.” She stares at him like she can see through to his soul. “And uh- I- I mean, I’m all for omega rights and omegas in sports, but- mixed Alpha and Omega football might be- dangerous. The size difference alone, there’s a lot of risk.”
She doesn’t look like she believes him at all about the lemonade, but she does look a little impressed by his views. He feels good about the interaction, overall. “Cool.” She says eventually, before towing Peter away.
He lets out a little yelp, but turns to wave gleefully at Steve.
The blond smiles, taking a sip of the lemonade and groaning. Fuck. It’s fantastic. It’s almost worth all the money he’s given away. It’s cool and refreshing and obviously homemade and it’s sweet- just like Peter.
That night, Peter posts a picture of him and MJ. He’s kissing her cheek and she’s smiling and relaxed in a way Steve didn’t know she was capable of. It’s cute. He double taps it and scrolls through the comments. Most of them are sweet and complimentary, but there are a few more lewd suggestions. Steve scowls but he’s not surprised. Though omega-omega relationships are taboo, the porn is hot.
He goes to sleep with the smell of lavender and cookies in his head, and the lingering taste of lemonade on his lips.
A week goes by without contact, with devastates Steve but it’s for the best. He’s a senior, and Peter is a wide-eyed, innocent first year, and he deserves someone as clever as he is. Steve should- he should focus on the pretty omegas in his own year. He should try to get thoughts of those lovely brown eyes out of his head.
And he does have things to be worried about.
As it stands, he is failing History of Math. He looks down at his most recent assignment grade and shudders. He’s going to have to beg Bruce to tutor him.
He steps into the classroom and looks for his friend for some humble grovelling when he hears-
“Steve?”
He turns slowly, but of course, it’s Peter. The only person with a voice as sweet and melodic and attached to Steve’s heart. He’s sitting in the front row, wearing a large purple sweater that swamps him deliciously, and a black ribbon choker that draws all the attention right to his delicious neck. Steve’s mouth waters with the need to claim. He’s already got his stuff set out and he beams, waving at Steve in amazement and gesturing to the empty seat beside him.
Steve takes a step forward instinctively, before he hears someone else call his name.
He turns to the hiss to see Bruce, nearer the back, a warning look on his face.
Fuck. Bruce is right. Peter is- Peter is too young, way too out of his league, he deserves someone better than Steve. He takes a step back from Peter towards Bruce and he sees it.
Hurt.
Hurt flashes across Peter’s face. It’s quick, almost impossible to catch, but his eyes widen and his lips part with impossible sadness, before that supportive smile and friendly beam comes back.
Steve feels like he’s been punched right in the gut .
He can’t bear the thought, not even for a second, that he’s hurt Peter’s feelings. Not the sweetest omega in the world, so he heads over and takes the seat almost viciously. Peter twists towards him, radiating happiness. “Steve!” He exclaims joyously, “I didn’t know you took this class.”
God, he smells amazing. He looks amazing. He’s so tiny and brilliant and- “Yeah, I uh- swapped in late. It was a mistake to be honest, I completely failed the last assignment. I was actually just gonna ask one of my friends for help.” He turns to point at Bruce, and Peter turns too.
Bruce waves at Peter and glares daggers at Steve.
“Oh!” Peter beams, “I know Bruce! We’re in science club together. He’s a senior isn’t he-“ Peter stops short, his eyes go wide and he seems to realise something. Suddenly, he’s scanning the classroom, eyes flickering from person to person and Steve frowns. “Everyone in here is a senior.” He whispers.
Steve looks around, and sure enough, Peter is right. He hums in surprise.
“Oh my god,” Peter closes his eyes (and oh god, his lovely eyelashes are so long and they curl against the cusp of his cheek) and he looks sad. Steve sits up in concern. “Dad,” Peter whispers to himself angrily.
Dad- oh. Oh.
“I can’t believe this,” the omega whispers, shaking his head in anguish. “He always does this! I can never just achieve something for myself! And-and I actually thought that I was meant to be in this class-“ he laughs humourlessly, sounding on the brink of tears, and Steve shakes his head.
“Hey,” he murmurs, collecting Peter’s tiny hands in his own. God, his skin is so soft. Softer than Steve ever imagined. “Don’t- don’t do that. C’mon. Your dad…he was only trying to help, you know?” He croons in a soft, soothing voice because omegas are so delicate and sensitive. “And you do. You do deserve to be here, you’re so smart. You’re brilliant-I mean, what did you get on that assignment? I just bet it was an A.”
Peter looks up at him shyly, his eyes wide and glittering like diamonds. Red crawls across his cheeks in affirmation.
“I knew it,” he squeezes his hands gently, “your dad just…he wants people to see how brilliant you are. Maybe he opened the door, but you deserve to be in this room. Sometimes professors need to…need to be shown how amazing students can be. I mean, god, Peter, you’re…” he trails off, because he wants to bury his head in Peter’s neck and declare his love for him and Peter is staring up at him in awe. Like he’s taken aback by the adoration in his voice. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “I mean- I had to flirt with the admissions woman to let me swap.”
Peter giggles, sniffling. “I bet that went down well. A tall handsome alpha flirting with her, she must’ve been a mess.”
Steve’s inner Alpha preens, and the rest of the lesson flies by in a flash.
They don’t become friends exactly, because alphas and omegas aren’t usually friends, but they form something of a kinship. They become partners whenever they’re in class together, and they kid and joke around. Peter follows him back on instagram and for the first time- Steve comments on a photo.
It’s a picture of Peter and one of his friends at ballet practise and Steve writes one word. Beautiful.
They don’t text or message, but it feels like something…tentative and precious. Steve wants to hold it close and treasure it even though he knows it’s wrong. They see each other a few times, not often, but a few times outside of class. Always quite by accident, and they talk and gaze at each other. Once, outside of the science building, they’d bumped into each other and eaten lunch together on a bench in the sunlight, and Peter had said he’d quite like to come and see Steve play one day.
Steve had said he’d like that quite a bit.
Of course, that doesn’t mean he’d actually thought it would happen.
But then one night, as the cold air whips at them as they stand at the edge of the pitch, Steve looks up to see Peter in the stands. It takes his breath away. Surely not. It must be a mirage. He’s there with MJ, wrapped up in a fluffy coat and cheering, with the college’s colours painted onto his cheeks. It’s the most beautiful, wholesome thing Steve has ever seen. He thinks he could do absolutely anything if Peter was cheering him on.
“Fuck, who’s that next to your omega?” Bucky asks eagerly, looking up at the stands.
Steve gapes. “What? MJ? And- he’s not - not my omega.”
“Is she attached?” Bucky asks, lacing up his boots.
“Is she- no, I don’t think so, but she’s- they’re freshman.”
Bucky laughs, shoving Steve a little. “They’re eighteen, Steve. I mean- Tony Stark would probably hunt you down and kill you, but they’re not children.”
It stays with Steve. There’s still stigma though, especially around older alphas and younger omegas. Omegas are naive and innocent and soft, they’re easily led astray and Alphas shouldn’t manipulate them and-and Steve just wants Peter to be happy. If Peter got an eighteen year old Alpha boyfriend Steve would kill him be happy for him.
Or he’d try.
Probably.
At the end of the game, he wants to run to the stands and scoop Peter into his arms and kiss him- but he doesn’t. He restrains himself, and sips at his water, trying to catch his breath as sweat pours down him. They’ve won. They’ve won and his inner-alpha feels so good at knowing they’ve impressed and proved triumph in front of their omega.
Shit- not his, not-
“Steve! You were amazing!” Peter gushes, and Steve whips around to see Peter right in front of him, tiny and adorable and flushed with exhilaration, nose red from the cold. “You were so fast!!!” He jumps into Steve’s arms and Steve holds him tight. It feels right to have him in his arms. Peter squeals, and nuzzles into his neck and holy shit he smells so good-
“Yeah, alright, I don’t wanna puke.” MJ rolls her eyes, though there’s a teasing lilt to her voice. Steve reluctantly sets Peter down and feels colour rush to his cheeks. He sighs at the sight of Bucky, having appeared out of nowhere and eager to be introduced.
“Dangerous, dangerous game,” Bruce mutters, brushing his hair as they get ready for Peter’s arrival. They’re all heading to some campus club, and Bucky and MJ are meeting them there. “I swear to god, if Tony Stark finds out I know you and ruins my chances of getting a job-“
“We’re not dating,” Steve insists.
Though he wishes they were. They’re so close now. He knows Peter’s scent by heart, his little smile, and sometimes before Peter posts a selfie, he sends it to Steve first. It’s always gorgeous: a pastel sweater and a glittery necklace and sometimes even ones with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
One second it’s a photo of Peter with Ojai on his head smiling like the most adorable thing on the planet, the next it’s Peter with his hand balled in his sweater and pulling it down over his bare thighs in a gif that shows his chest and Steve watches it on repeat. Peter had confided in him that the day after he’d turned eighteen, modelling agencies and fashion designers had contacted him, eager for their chance to be features on his instagram, eager for some image or sensation to be promoted, and Peter had shied away from the attention- feeling no prettier than any other omega.
“It’s so fucking great being a beta,” Bruce says to himself, neatening his collar one last time. “I can be above to all this bullshit.”
Steve scoffs. “You don’t think he’s gorgeous?”
“I said above, not blind.”
And then there’s a knock at the door.
They look at each other nervously, before Steve wipes his sweaty palms on his jean-clad thighs and opens it.
Peter is a vision of pink. His lips are dusky rose and he has fuschia eyeshadow and his pink meshtop is as snug as a second skin as it dips into his highwaisted pale pink denim shorts. It’s the sexiest thing on the face of the planet.
Steve gapes; at a loss for words.
Luckily, Bruce isn’t.
“Holy shit.”
Read part two here (contains links to ao3 options).
Author Tags: De-Serumed Steve Rogers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Illnesses, Medical Procedures, Scoliosis, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Wakandan Technology, Steve's spine is as straight as he is, Bucky names his goats after 1940s movie stars
After assembling their own Infinity Gauntlet, the Avengers defeated Thanos and brought back everyone who disappeared. But their victory came at a great cost: in order to take the Soul Stone, Steve had to sacrifice the Captain America mantle and all the super-soldier strength that came with it.
Small and sickly again, Steve’s poor health soon reaches a breaking point and his last option is a difficult surgery only Shuri and her team can perform.
But not all hurts can be fixed with medicine, and the real healing begins after the operation -- when Bucky asks Steve to stay in Wakanda with him.
Review:
Oh, so many feels my friends, so many feels…This fic has given me so many emotions.
First and foremost, Steve. Steve’s reluctance to acknowledge that he can (and really must step back, when you really think about it) now step back from Avenging due to his new circumstances killed me. He was so determined to carry on and do what he could and seeing him struggle with that made me feel so sad. I wanted to give Steve a big hug and yell “But Bucky loves you!!!” at him
Then there’s Bucky. Bucky who has to sit by and watch Steve try to come to terms with his new lot in life. I’m right there with Bucky. You can really feel how he has to try not to push Steve into acceptance because he knows that pushing will only get you a bullheaded Steve Rogers. Then, even though Bucky has found a sense of peace, there’s still those pesky pining feelings. You’d think some day I would get my fill of these two knuckleheads staring longingly at each other and thinking that the other couldn’t possibly love them back…
But you would be wrong.
I also loved the concept of Steve sacrificing his serum body and seeing how it affected him. The addition of a nice and fleshed out Wakandan medical procedure was also super cool. Using magnets to fictionally correct scoliosis is an awesome concept. Plus a fancy Wakandan medical stuff means we get to spend time with the amazing Shuri and who doesn’t love that?
Of course my all time favorite part of this fic is the fact that Steve and Bucky get to have their happy ever after with their goat children. I cannot resist a happy retirement fic and this one did not disappoint. So if you haven’t read it yet, go check it out. *shoos reader off to read this fic*
Don't know if you're taking prompts not on the list but what about a WinterIron fic with Steve pining over Tony & being jealous of/passive aggressive towards Bucky
I’m happy to take just regular prompts too :) Featuring, of all people, Wanda. Why? Felt like it lol. I hope this is kind of what you had in mind!!
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Tony throws his head back and laughs at something Bucky says and Steve knows its stupid but he kind of wants to slap Bucky. He hasn’t done anything wrong but Steve has been half in love with Tony for years. Not that he’s told anyone that, least of all Tony. So when Bucky came to live with him after his military stint went bad Steve thought nothing of it until Tony showed up and found his prosthetic offensive to the eye and to science.
Steve had no idea it was going to lead to Bucky in Tony’s lab all the time for fittings and tests and whatever else they did there so by the time they started dating Steve had been confused on when that started. After that… well he doesn’t mean to but every time Bucky says something or does something with Tony he can feel himself growing distant. Bucky has noticed it too and he’s pretty sure he thinks Steve is having a hard time dealing with his mental problems and honestly that’s not it. He has his own fair share of PTSD to be bothered by Bucky’s.
And that’s another thing. Tony is just fucking great with Bucky’s strange variety of issues so Steve couldn’t even use that as an excuse to break them up. Not that he’d do that. He thinks.
Bucky looks over at him and he’s already looking away at something else, anything else, because he doesn’t want to see what it looks like for his chance to have passed. Because he knows Bucky he knows that he’s frowning, confused as to why Steve is reacting the way he is but he can’t just tell Bucky why. What’s he supposed to say? ‘Hey, I kind of love your boyfriend and it physically hurts to see you two together?’ That’s just cruel.
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Wanda finds him on the porch looking out over the city- Tony has a beautiful view from his penthouse- and as per Wanda usual she cuts right to the chase. “You need to get over yourself,” she tells him.
He gives her a dirty look, “I’m trying, okay?” he says. Its not really true and they both know it, but Wanda is probably the only one who’d ever call him on it.
“Bullshit you are. You’re over here moping around and leaving Bucky confused and hurt because of your stupid crush on Stark,” she says.
“Do you even know what this is like?” he asks, gesturing at Tony and Bucky in the living room. Tony is tucked into Bucky’s side like he belongs there, one hand on his thigh and its a sweet image. Sickly sweet.
Wanda rolls her eyes, “we all know what unrequited love is like in some way or another. Do you think no one else has liked someone more than they liked you? I get why you feel the way you do but that’s your problem- you shouldn’t be making it Bucky’s problem too,” she says. “He’s confused you know, he has no idea why you, at least in his mind, randomly started to hate him.”
“I don’t hate Bucky,” he says automatically. He doesn’t really know if that’s true but the reaction is natural to him.
“Don’t you?” Wanda asks, giving him a harsh look. “And for stupid reasons too. You’ve known Tony for years, you could have asked him out for any number of them so what right do you really have to be mad at Bucky for acting on his feelings? And they’re good together,” she adds.
Yeah, he knows that- Bucky’s been getting better the last few months they’ve been dating because Tony talked him into going to therapy. Steve’s tried for the last year and a half and fucking Tony manages it in a few hours. “And what happens when he leaves me behind?” Steve asks softly.
Wanda rolls her eyes at that and he resents her reaction. “You’ve been best friends for almost as long as you’ve been alive. He’s not going to leave you behind.”
“Really? Because he’s doing way better with Tony than he ever did with me,” he points out. Now he’s in therapy, and he’s making an effort to stick to a sleep schedule, and he eats better, and its all because of Tony, not him.
Wanda rolls her eyes again and Steve clenches his jaw in annoyance. “You idiot. Bucky is only getting better now because of all the work you did when he got home. You think any of the things Tony is doing now would matter if you didn’t make him feel safe again? If you didn’t reteach him how to live in normal society? The guy used to wake up in the middle of the night screaming clinging to a knife and you were the one who talked him down every time. Whatever Tony is doing now it the easy part- you were the one that did all the hard work. So stop wallowing in your own self pity and talk to your best friend again,” she snaps at him.
He looks over to find Bucky looking his way, Tony leaning into his space whispering something in his ear. He clenches his jaw, looking away again. “How do I explain this to him?” he asks softly.
Wanda shrugs, “I don’t know Steve, but if you seriously throw away a lifelong friendship over a crush you never acted on you’re one cruel son of a bitch,” she tells him. “So go talk to him and deal with this.”
Every year, on the 15th of September, The September Foundation Gala was held and that year Steve attended it but only because he couldn't say no to Tony. Yet, all Steve did was drink in hopes to, somehow, get drunk and forget the sight in front of him: Tony dancing with a beautiful girl and not him. So he drank and drank without succeeding, till Tony was next to him and, like before, Steve couldn't say no to whatever Tony asked of him. That's why he was suddenly in the middle of dancing couples with Tony's hand in his and, dear Lord, loving Tony Stark couldn't be more obvious. Except for Tony, of course.
