Tony Stark flew to Titan with a wizard, met some aliens, had everyone he loved turned to dust, met up with Captain Lumberjack, traveled through time to the past to destroy the infinity stones with a weapon forged in a star, was throughly and beautifully fucked by said former lumberjack and now is finishing up some pie and agreeing to watching old, colorized movies. His life has always been weird but this really takes the cake. Err. Pie.
Tony has always had a strange life. It’s part of his name, the brand his father started. He’d never been normal and he’s never going to experience normalcy. He’s a guy that can literally purchase almost anything he could ever want. Except the guy he thought about the first time he had ever had an orgasm in his life, staring at an old trading card of Captain America and his chorus girls.
But now he’s had him too.
Tony won’t make it through the first few minutes of pretending he’s on Mystery Science Theater with Steve’s head in his lap. Once the pie is set aside, fork balanced perfectly on the edge of the plate, he’s fallen asleep. He’ll snore a little, look a little older than he actually is as he dozes, but otherwise won’t bother Steve. The sleep will be restorative. Rogers might not need too much of it, but Tony does.
Even if that sleep is plagued with nightmares of Steve laying in a pile of dust and slowly turning to dust himself. It causes him to wake with a start, the room dark and the city lights dazzling behind partially shut curtains.
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Tony has always had a strange life. It’s part of his name, the brand his father started. He’d never been normal and he’s never going to experience normalcy. He’s a guy that can literally purchase almost anything he could ever want. Except the guy he thought about the first time he had ever had an orgasm in his life, staring at an old trading card of Captain America and his chorus girls.
But now he’s had him too.
Tony won’t make it through the first few minutes of pretending he’s on Mystery Science Theater with Steve’s head in his lap. Once the pie is set aside, fork balanced perfectly on the edge of the plate, he’s fallen asleep. He’ll snore a little, look a little older than he actually is as he dozes, but otherwise won’t bother Steve. The sleep will be restorative. Rogers might not need too much of it, but Tony does.
Even if that sleep is plagued with nightmares of Steve laying in a pile of dust and slowly turning to dust himself. It causes him to wake with a start, the room dark and the city lights dazzling behind partially shut curtains.