“If it would make you happy to condition my hair and open yourself up for ridicule, then let’s do it.” Tony finds Steve an enigma. He’s subtly fascinated by him, curious at where they might be headed with the next few hours, and confused all at the same time. Tony finds fuel in confusion, a genuine need to poke and prod until he gets his answers, and Steve is good subject matter for that.
Things have changed, of course, in their relationship. No matter what people say, sex always changes people. Tony thinks about that as he heads, naked, towards the bathroom and laments that FRIDAY isn’t set up to regulate his shower for him. He doesn’t mind menial labor but he doesn’t like it when he knows things can be better.
Those scars along his back are more visible in the bright bathroom light. Tony is softer now than he had been when they first met, but he is still incredibly pleasing to the eye. He stays well groomed and there’s nary a hair out of place. His heritage hasn’t given him Mediterranean overgrowth.
And he’s been known to get laser treatments.
As Steve pads onto cold tile in bare feet, audible despite the Captain’s light step, Tony glances over his shoulder and lets his eyes linger.
“Can we rewind back to something you said earlier? Why me? I’m not your type.” Except, Tony kind of is. He cracks wise and has dark features. Plus, Tony tends to be everyone’s type. “Or are you just attracted to people you want to punch?”
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“If it would make you happy to condition my hair and open yourself up for ridicule, then let’s do it.” Tony finds Steve an enigma. He’s subtly fascinated by him, curious at where they might be headed with the next few hours, and confused all at the same time. Tony finds fuel in confusion, a genuine need to poke and prod until he gets his answers, and Steve is good subject matter for that.
Things have changed, of course, in their relationship. No matter what people say, sex always changes people. Tony thinks about that as he heads, naked, towards the bathroom and laments that FRIDAY isn’t set up to regulate his shower for him. He doesn’t mind menial labor but he doesn’t like it when he knows things can be better.
Those scars along his back are more visible in the bright bathroom light. Tony is softer now than he had been when they first met, but he is still incredibly pleasing to the eye. He stays well groomed and there’s nary a hair out of place. His heritage hasn’t given him Mediterranean overgrowth.
And he’s been known to get laser treatments.
As Steve pads onto cold tile in bare feet, audible despite the Captain’s light step, Tony glances over his shoulder and lets his eyes linger.
“Can we rewind back to something you said earlier? Why me? I’m not your type.” Except, Tony kind of is. He cracks wise and has dark features. Plus, Tony tends to be everyone’s type. “Or are you just attracted to people you want to punch?”