You were busy whirling around the kitchen, wiggling and dancing with an embarrassing lack of skill when you heard the elevator doors ding. Looking over your shoulder you saw Tony strutting in with an amused smirk, followed by a blanched-out Steve.
"Hey, hot stuff." Tony's grin widened when he saw you and he sat heavily on one of the bar stools and propped his elbows on the counter.
"You've been drinking, Tony." You pursed your lips, your eyes following Steve as he sat heavily next to Tony and stared past you at the stove. Tony chuckled and your eyes cut back to him. "Where exactly have you two been?" You raised a brow and looked at Tony pointedly.
"We decided it was time to fully initiate Roger's into the 21st century." He looked at Steve with a licentious grin. You snorted and leaned a hip against the counter and folded your arms.
"I shudder to imagine what your idea of a proper initiation entails." Tony shrugged.
"I merely took him to the finest gentleman's club in the city." You looked again at Steve and watched him pale further.
"You took him to a strip club." Your tone was dry. Tony looked incredulous.
"You wound me, hot stuff! It was a gentleman's club." You blinked, unamused.
"A glorified strip club." Tony rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.
"There was an awful lot of ladies for a gentleman's club." Steve grumbled under his breath, his face heating. You looked at him sympathetically.
"I can't imagine there weren't gentleman's clubs back in the 40's, Rogers." Tony looked askance at him, and Steve finally turned to look at him through narrowed eyes.
"Of course, such places existed, but I'd never dreamed to going to them!" His voice began raising, and you winced. "It's a degrading practice, Tony."
"Degrading in your opinion." Tony shot back, holding his own. "All parties involved consented." Steve's eyes narrowed further, and he pulled away from the counter, and stalked to his room slamming the door behind him. You followed Steve with your eyes and jumped when the door slammed shut. You both stared at the door for several moments before Tony turned back to see you looking at him expectantly, arms folded. "Babe," He started, scrambling to cover his ass.
"Tony." You sighed, shaking your head and taking off the apron.
"Really, Y/N, I meant it as a joke. They really weren't stripping." You held up a hand and pursed your lips.
"We'll discuss this tomorrow when I'm less likely to give you donkey ears." He opened his mouth and you pointed at him. "Another word and you'll bray like the jack ass you are, Stark." A shiver ran down his spine at your glare and he watched as you threw the apron on the counter and stalked out of the room. "You can sleep on the couch."