needing perspective
“Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth? Ooh, heaven is a place on earth.” Tony soared through the sky, Belinda Carlisle’s heaven is a place on earth played at top volume in his helmet. Weaving through buildings flying in a V formation with his drones like a flock of migrating ducks. The drones split away from the formation on certain streets then rejoined a few blocks later. “When the night falls down~” tony mumbled along with the music while coming in for a dramatic superhero landing right in the middle of the action. “And the world Aliive~with the sound of kids, on the streets outside!”
He incinerated a escaping creature with his stabilizers right outside the subway entrance, his drones circling overhead like vultures. “When you walk into the rooom~” he tapped his foot and raised a finger to the air while staring down the subway stares and scanning the security footage. Then he twirled his finger and pointed into the tunnel. The drones began dropping from the sky in pairs to fly into the tunnel, one on each side of tony as he casually walked down the steps. “And were spinning with the stars above~And you lift me up in a wave of love!”
Steve watched the ironman suit disappear into the tunnel from the helicopter as a red rage began consuming his vision. A moment ago the medi-flight lady was slowly getting him to curl and uncurl his fingers but now they were clenched into a tight fist as he ground his teeth, blindly staring at the subway entrance.
Tony simply strolled down the tunnel while his drones fly around him. Buzzing around in harmony like a ballet or synchronized swimmers. “They say in heaven love comes first~ We’ll make heaven a place on earth~” he was heading for the stations main control system. “Ooh, heaven is a place on earth!”. Steve was nearly two storys in the air when he ripped himself free of the wires and useless velcro strapps. He almost took the medic woman with him as he jumped to the ground, landing in a very similar super hero landing to tony's.
Tony was finagling with some controls when Nat came sauntering into the room behind him where she stood with her arms crossed. Her black suit was shiny with blood giving it the appearance of leather or latex and her hair was still perfect as usual. “Sick huh?” Tony rolled his eyes and kept doing what he was doing. Natasha Just leaned against the doorway glaring at the back of his head. “Steves gonna tear you a new one ya’know. You picked the worst time to pull this crap.” he scoffed at that. “And what crap, if i may ask, are you referring to? Saving the day maybe?” She stopped leaning on the door and started walking towards tony who had just finished routing the infested trains to a designated area to be cleansed with gunfire. “We had everything under control before you got here. Steve said he didnt want you on this mission.” tony turned around. “Well steves not here right now.” he said condescendingly while putting his arms out to say ‘see, no captain america.’. He walked past Natasha then stopped in the doorway and turned. “besides , he didn-”
Tony had the air knocked out of him as a 240 pound super soldier tackled him to the ground so hard that his armor bent. About six agents came rushing into the room a moment later. ‘Heaven is a place on earth’ faded to a close as steve, with maximum %110 super strength, beat the iron man suit into a crumpled tin can while Natasha and the Agents shot him with tranquilizers and tried grappling him. Tony had just gotten his breath back. Every time he moved steves vice-like grip crushed more metal, cutting into him. He was about to fire a ray from his chest when steve landed a particularly hard blow to the side of his head that dislodged his faceplate; cutting his cheek and releasing the music that had begun playing in his helmet. ‘I want love’ by elton john. “I want love but its impossible.A man like me, so irresponsible. A man like me.. Is dead in places.. Other men feel lib-ER-ated~” his vision momentarily whited out.
Tony wasnt sure where he was at. The room was blurry and everything hurt. His ears were ringing. He gasped and tried focusing his eyes. He heard elton john on the mic “And I cant love, shot full of holes~ Dont feel nothin, i just feel cold~ Dont feel noOthing, just old scars~” his eyes started to focus and he could see Steve. He was staggering around pushing and tossing away agents who were trying to pull him back. “Toughening up, aroOund my heart” tony tried sitting up, metal dug into his ribs making him stay down. “But i want love, just a different kind”. A group of agents dog piled steve to the ground as he faded in and out of conciousness. Tony started coughing like a lifelong smoker, wincing in pain. “Ow.” he breathed out quietly “I want love, wont break me down, wont brick me up, wont fence me in. I want a love that dont mean a thing~ Thats the love i want, I want love~”
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six months later
“Actually the project is planned to continue without any further interference.” cameras flashed and reporters bombarded the podium with question and accusations. “Mr Stark what does the FDA have to say about this?” flash flash “when can we expect the start of human trials?” Flash flash flash “Are you prepared for the repercussions of your actions, Mr. Stark?”. Stark industries had discovered a very interesting compound within the creature's venom that shared a great deal of similarities to the after effects of mushrooms and toad venom. People bit by the creatures, days later after the rage, reported feelings of ‘inner peace’. Tony was working on isolating the bad bits and marketing the side effects
The day after being bit Steve woke up in a weird headspace. He felt light and spacey like a weight had been lifted from his shoulder. His limbs weighed nothing and he felt connected to the world, everything was brighter, the same way he used to feel when he was a kid and would go to church with his mom. The world made sense again and the headache from constantly stressing was gone. He had felt good. However, for him, the after effects were short lived. The venom was entirely out of his system by the end of day two and now, weeks after the fact, he could barely remember how it felt.
He sat in his apartment on a stool in front of the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal while tony dazzled the news people on the TV. “We’re aiming for the end of next year but wouldn't be surprised if it hit the shelves in April.” Steve sighed and dropped his spoon back into his cornflakes, he wasnt hungry anymore. The cut on tonys cheek had closed up and was beginning to scar. After ‘the incident’ tony seemed to bounce back emedietly, spending a few weeks in recovery with his fractured ribs and concussion before jumping back into the limelight. Reporters had asked about the big colorful bruises and gashes and tony didnt lie “Oh these? Its nothing, im fine, i was just beaten within a inch of my life by a high captain america is all.” the tabloids had had a field day with that one. Steve went to take a shower.
The two of them had only briefly spoken after the incident. he had tried to track tony down when he woke up from the tranquilizers but tony was nowhere near the base and later when steve had sought him out in the tower tony stayed in his lab and blatantly ignored him when they were face to face. Steve moved back into his apartment shortly after that. Steaming hot water hit steves back as he stared down at the drain dwelling on Tony and the team and the current state of things. He thought about elten john and the way the ironman suit had crumpled like paper in his hands. He felt horrible, like a blackhole had opened up inside him.
Things were so different now; The team was still together which was weird, Tony didnt argue during missions as much, he didnt poke fun or call steve annoying nicknames like boy scout or capsicle, he didnt say anything when steve moved out and steve pretend not to notice tony's increasingly juvenile behavior on the news. steve's demeanor had also changed. His bad mood completely shifted, it was like he had gotten some perspective after the bite and was able to handle himself alot better now. Steve washed his hair then stepped back under the hot water, rinsing the suds.
He could also get off without feeling nauseous now which was the biggest contributor to his mood. The shame that he always felt while was gone now and his imagination had free reign over all the forbidden topics that used to make him sick to his stomach. He groaned, thinking about the way tony kissed him the night before the fundraiser. Steve had separated the tony in his head from the real tony which made it alot easier to imagine him on his knees sucking steve's dick. Looking up at him through glassy eyes and thick lashes. Steve finished his shower and got ready for todays meeting which he was dreading. It was a mandatory S.H.I.E.L.D debriefing and the whole team was gonna be there.
They had sat across from each other in the meeting. Steve swears he saw tony looking at him from the corner of his eye but besides that they didnt interact at all. it lasted several hours. Steve wanted to apologize but tony was making things too difficult and tony wanted to drop it but steve wouldn't apologize so they were at a stalemate. When the meeting was over steve didnt immediately leave, instead he stayed in his seat slowly packing his things into his binder. Occasionally shooting glances at tony who was ignoring him from across the room while flirting with a tall brunette. He said something sly that made the woman laugh then leaned in to whisper something.
Steve finished packing away his assignments and stood to leave. He walked slowly like his feet were heavy. He was supposed to attend a fourth of july event in a few days… he could invite tony. The thought had popped into his head as soon as he got the assignment. He was probably gonna be there anyways. After the incident tony had been seen at more and more events, each time noticeably more inebriated. Steve walked down the hallway slowly, slow enough to give tony time to catch up. The elevator doors were closing when tony popped into view. Steve stuck his arm out to catch the dore “going down?” he asked. Tony got on without a word. “....Long meeting…” Steve said. Tony let the silence tear steve apart for a minute “yup.”
When the doors opened tony beelined it for his red ferrari. Steve followed after him “Tony, can we talk?”. Tony reached the car and the dore started lifting into the air. He sat down and turned on the engine but kept the door open and one foot on the ground. “Talk.” he was rummaging around the console looking for something. “Are you going to the party on the forth?” tony stopped rummaging and turned to look steve in the eyes “THAT was what you wanted to say? No, im not.” he put his other foot into the car and went the close the dore. Steve held it in place with one hand, leaning down a little. “No I.. Theres alot i want to say.” he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand then opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish lost for words. Tony grumbled then, much to steves confusion, crawled into the passenger's seat.
Steve leaned down more to look into the short super car and see what tony was doing. He was rummaging through the glovebox now quietly mumbling about how annoying steve was. “Tony?” tony stopped rummaging again and turned back to steve with angry eyes. “What!” he snapped. Steve sat down in the front seat and turned off the engine “are you okay?” he asked. “Oh, how kind of you to ask if i'm okay NOW.” tony found what he was looking for. It looked like a sheet of yellow stickers with half of them missing. He stuck one on each wrist under his suit jacket. “Im fine NOW!” steve was feeling unjustly put in a corner. “Tony im sorry. It wasnt on purpose you know that.” tony did know that but he was still angry. Not once after the incident did steve reach out and tony knows he was being a little standoffish but steve should have made an effort. Instead he moved out of the tower without even saying goodbye.
Tony scoffed “wasnt on purpose, Okay. sure sure sure.” he started rubbing his face as he felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to his face then he started mumbling again “Your the weirdo! Not me.” his voice was picking up volume and others were entering the garage now. “Your the weird one!” steve sat down and shut the door. “I didnt say you were weird.” he had been thinking it though. Tony has been acting weird lately; Jumping back and forth between moods like a bipolar teen girl, going to places he normally wouldn't with people hed normally make fun of, and he hasnt been as sharp. Everything about him seemed dulled. Tony breathed in shakily through his nose and out through his mouth. “Your the weirdo.” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Now it was steves turn to sigh “let me drive you home.” he offered, not liking the unstable look in tony's eye. Last december he had been in tonys position. A man teetering on the edge, mad at everyone around him, without any healthy vices. “Drive me home, Okay, yeah ill just let you do that!” tony said angrily, obviously not on board with the idea. Steve turned the vehicle back on and ignored tony who was mumbling again. “Yeah sure, WHATEVER.”
They left the garage and merged into the thick five o'clock traffic. Teenagers on the street were pointing and talking about the Ferrari as they passed and Tony glared out the illegally tinted windows back at them. “What am i spose’ta drive, a subaru?” tony grumbled while rubbing at the stickers on his wrists and glaring at the glovebox. His face was turning red like a tomato and his breaths were long, like a solid twenty second inhale followed by an even longer shaky exhale. He kicked the glove box then started growling and kicking at it till it popped open. “Should i pull over?” steve asked concerned.
“You're not my dad!” Tony yelled at steve which made him physically recoil in his skin. “Pull over?! What? Next your gonna turn the car around if i dont behave!” he slammed the glovebox closed the went back to kicking it while making some very uncouth un-Tony sounds. Steve got off the main road and found a public parking garage. He payed and parked in a secluded area on the first floor. Tony had stopped kicking the dash, his head was lolling back and forth, staring at the expensive ceiling, still mumbling about how annoying steve is. The anger seemed to subside though and the mumbling went from complaining about steve to making fun of him.
“Fucking fairy.. Your’a uh… hypocrite. Captain hypocrite captain hypocrisy.” steve turned off the car. Tony's head fell to the side to look at steve. “What?” tony said sassily “What do you want? You know you just kidnapped me. What. Do. You. Want.” tony pealed one of the stickers off his wrist then twisted it up and flicked it at steve who wasnt sure what he was doing. “Im probably gonna regret asking but what are those?” steve gestured to the rolled up sticker. Tonys demeanor changed from annoyed to excited. “Oh these?” he picked up the sheet of fresh stickers from the floor. “These were round two of testing. I personally prefer round two to any of the newer stuff. It feels authentic the new stuff puts you in a fake headspace. Care to partake? You could use some perspective.” steve had gotten enough perspective last time he encountered the venom. He shook his head “No thank you.”
Tony was quiet now and staring at steve, unblinking. “Do you WANT some perspective?” tony asked again, leaning into steves space a little. “I know what you want.” He put a hand on steves leg, the same way steve had done to tony after their last movie night. An image of tony sucking his dick popped into his head making him inhale sharply. “Yeah?” tony asked slyly then moved his hand to steves crotch. Steve grabbed his hand and held it away from his crotch, trying to steady his breathing. “Tony im worried about you. You havent been acting like yourself lately and you seem…” he wasnt sure how to finish his sentance, especially with tony looking at him like that. Like he wanted to devour steve alive. Tonys put his free hand back on steves leg and leaned down to kiss at steves iron grip on his other hand.
Steve breathed in shakily then ran a hand through his hair “Tony.” he started licking and sucking at steves fingers. “Yeah steve?” he asked innocently, looking up with his big brown puppy dog eyes. “Whats the matter? You seem tense.” tony snaked his hand out of steves and started rubbing at steves thigh. Steves head was back and his eyes were closed. Tony was slowly massaging his was to steves crotch which was already tented. He leaned down and kissed steves hard on making him grab tonys hair. A second later he let go like hed been burned remembering the way tony hadnt liked steve grabbing his hair before “Sorry.” he mumbled then felt tony smile and nip at his inner thigh. Steve watched as tonys skilled hands unbuttoned his jeans and reached into his boxers.
“Oh fuck.” he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He couldnt believe this was happening again and that he was letting it happen or how incredibly good it already felt. Tony took him out of his boxers and licked from the base to the tip then started sucking on the head. Steve moaned quietly and arched his hips up into tonys mouth . Tony kept sucking on the tip occasionally bobbing his head at random times, driving steve crazy with the teasing. It was overwhelming.
Tony was loving the look on steves face. Scrunched up, almost in pain, with his eyes closed. Making cute little whining noises whenever tony sucked particularly hard or tongued at his slit. Tony bobbed his head down as far as he could then swallowed and traced a vane with his tongue. Steve hips bucked up and stayed there for a second. His hands went up to the headrest behind him, he needed to hold something, as tony breathed through his nose and started moving at a slow pace. He watched his cock going in and out of tonys mouth and felt his stomach tighten in ecstacy. He wanted to grab tony by the hair, push him all the way down, and come. The thought made his hips pump up a little. Tony pressed a hand down on steves leg to tell him to stay then picked up the pace. Steves head was lolling back and forth with his eyes closed again and his hips were ghosting up and down.
“Tony~” he moaned, about to cum. “Oh fuck~ uhuhuh” tony moved faster. Steve was openly moaning now. “Tony oh my god tony!” he let go of the headrest and put one hand on the steering wheel while arching forward over tony. His other hand was on the back of tonys neck holding him still while he came; arched over tony, mouth open, eyes closed, thighs shaking a little. Tony swallowed several times and massaged his balls gently making Steve whine embarrassingly. He relaxed back into his seat, breathing heavy, and gently caressing tonys neck with his thumb unconsciously feeling really good and looking completely fucked with his red face and tossled hair.
Tony wiped his mouth looking smug. “There, cant say you didnt come this time.” he joked.