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It was still hard for him to believe sometimes that they'd managed to come this far.

Some days, he would just sit and watch him. Whatever he was doing, Tony found it endlessly fascinating to observe all of the other man's casual mannerisms, the little artless tells that broadcasted his mood and opinions as freely as if he spoke them aloud.

Other days, he'd approach, curl up wordlessly beside him, something warming, tightening in his chest when Steve looked over at him in welcome, that slow, easy smile he'd never thought he'd earn the right to see spreading across a face that any fashion magazine on the planet would have been thrilled to shoot.

When they were on duty, it was almost like he was another person entirely. All those little reveals vanished, or most of them, concealed beneath a persona that practically defined confidence, demanded trust, loyalty, all the things Tony hadn't expected they'd ever share, back when they'd met.

And needless to say, that period had been rough as hell. At first, they'd clashed horribly, every meeting a train wreck, every word out of their mouths sharp, purposefully cutting, seeking to bleed the other before they could take the initiative and do it first.

He wasn't entirely sure when they'd both begun to soften, when things started to ease so they could spend time around each other without ripping each other to shreds, but one day a few months after the Chitauri had been cleaned up, they'd both ended up in the penthouse, Tony more than a little drunk and Steve way too sober. They'd let it all out, aired every bit of dirty laundry until the floor should have been littered with it, and the remains of whatever small camaraderie they'd managed to build.

Instead, they'd become friends, and more.

The next morning when he'd woken with a headache and some disconcertingly familiar aches, he'd been utterly floored to find Steve beside him, nude and unspeakably gorgeous and quite obviously well debauched. Tony had actually looked around for the punchline, Clint with a camera, the Punked crew, something, thinking it was a joke, because honestly, he and Steve?

But the other man had rolled over then, opened his eyes, and given him the first of those rare, beautiful smiles that made his heart beat faster, drew him down into a kiss that had initiated another round of vigorous, enthusiastic lovemaking.

And it was love. For him, at least. As much as Tony shied away from the word, even in his head, as much as he didn't know if he'd ever have the balls to say it aloud. It was there, and it was real, and he'd only felt this way about one other person ever, and look how that had turned out. It was quite frankly the most terrifying thing he'd ever done, and simultaneously the most exhilarating because he truly trusted Steve, and he couldn't see the other man ever voluntarily betraying that trust.

They'd decided, for now, to keep their relationship quiet. Not a secret, not really. They weren't sneaking around the Tower, or anything. They just didn't go out of their way to involve the media actively. Which was honestly, a huge fucking relief, because Tony knew damn well that pretty much the entire world wouldn't think he was good enough for Steve, and he also knew what his typical reaction to that sort of pressure was.

To falter, to fuck things up, to ruin things before they could fall apart on their own. Because he wasn't the guy people stayed with. He wasn't the one for happily ever after.

But for now, they worked. They worked so well Tony could hardly even picture Steve not being here, beside him, in his life. Like right now, sitting at the table together, eating breakfast (because Steve insisted on eating at a table, and regular meals), it really wasn't Tony's strong point, all this domesticity, but he was trying. And if he were honest with himself (which also wasn't his strong point) he would admit that he liked it very much.

Reaching over suddenly with a grin, he snagged a piece of fruit off Steve's plate while it was concealed by the newspaper the other man was reading, ignoring Barton's snicker from across the table.

"Shut it, Katniss, before I deduct my awesome tax from your plate, too."