Chapter 1
[Tony Stark, 2:35 Am]
Hey quick question, are you a top or a bottom? Asking for a friend.
Rhodes says top but I dunno, you weren't always that size.
[Capsicle, 2:38 Am]
Tony. You’re drunk.
Seriously, do you have any idea what time it is?
[Tony Stark, 2:43 Am]
Oh, come on. Listen, I know you’re like… what? 100-something? man I’ve lost count. But jesus, Rogers, have some fun once in a while.
Also… You didn’t answer my question and I’m kinda betting money on it so?
[Capsicle, 2:44 Am]
Goodnight, Tony.
Alright… so, yeah, Tony might have been just a little too drunk last night. At first, he told Rhodes that he was full of shit; no freaking way had he drunk texted Rogers of all people. But the universe always had a funny way of pulling one on him and there was definitely evidence on his phone. Hadn’t he made an override to this already? He would definitely be having a conversation with Friday about this later when his head didn’t feel like it was going to explode.
“Hey boss. You’re late for a team meeting.”
Friday’s voice rang out and god, why was she so fucking loud? Tony groaned and rolled back over, not ready to face the day and certainly not ready to be reprimanded for being late. Friday reminded him again, and then his phone went off and fine, fine; he was getting up. Once his mouth didn’t feel like it was stuffed with an unpleasant mix of cotton and dirt and he’d swallowed about three doses worth of Tylenol, Tony dressed and dragged himself to the board room. God, he needed coffee. Shades on and only just barely not falling apart, the billionaire attempts to slip into the room unnoticed but in a room full of supers and spies… yeah, no dice.
“Well, nice of you to finally join us, Stark.” Fury turns that one piercing eye on him.
What the fuck was he even here for again? Ugh. Too early. “Don’t worry, I haven’t died just yet.” Tony snarks and plops into the nearest unoccupied seat. He can feel all his teammates eyes on him but what else is new? He’s also pretty sure he’s still drunk from last night. God, what had he and platypus gotten up to? Tony thinks he hears someone who suspiciously sounds very much like Steve scoff but, he’s too far gone right now to actually give a crap. Ever since Sokovia and all that bad business with the team, Fury’s been holding these “team meetings” to try and hold them all together. They were a mess of crazy glue, Popsicle sticks and wet paper, as far as Tony was concerned but… they could have been a lot worse. For a minute there, Tony really thought that all of this, their hard work and the long hours he’d been putting into the team, to the Initiative, were for naught. After he’d learned what Barnes had done and the way that the team had literally come to blows—he really thought it was the end of the Avengers as a whole. Well… Bruce was still missing, and Thor was off on intergalactic adventures, or something, but the rest of them seemed to be holding on alright.
Today’s meeting consisted of Fury rambling on about PR (which unfortunately was his fucking department which also meant that Tony would have to participate) but Steve already seemed irritated and Fury for once, seemed to be taking mercy on him, even though he really didn’t deserve it. Rhodes looked a little smug and Tony had half a mind to punch his best friend for letting him get as toasted as he did last night but that was for another, much less hungover time. The meeting ended after what felt like much too long and before Tony could take solace in Rhodey, the man was waving to Tony and exiting with the rest of the team. Stark watches as Steve and Fury exchange a look and then its just he and Rogers alone. Fantastic.
Steve approaches his second in command, hands in his pockets. Tony looks like shit and Steve feels stupid for thinking its attractive. What was wrong with him? Last night had brought up things that the blonde had really been trying to simply push away.
“You uh, wanna tell me what last night was about?” Steve questions, perfect brow arching speculatively. He knew Tony had been drunk, there was no surprise there, but Tony had never reached out to him. What had even prompted the topic of Steve’s sexual life?
Tony’s rubbing his temples with his elbows against the table. Ugh, when was this stupid medicine going to kick in? He vaguely hears Rogers speaking to him, but he really would rather avoid that conversation. Although—Tony and Rhodey still had money on the table since Steve refused to answer him.
“We were out having a few drinks and I asked you a question.” Tony waves one hand in dismissive motion. “Which by the way, you still haven’t answered.” Not that he actually expected Cap to, but he still liked to poke fun at him.
Steve considered his options here. On one hand, he and Stark butt heads constantly. Steve hated (read: secretly loved) the fact that Tony always had something snarky to say. The brunette was always poking fun at him, and Steve really couldn’t help the way that Tony knew just how to get under his skin. It was absolutely maddening. Buck called it the equivalent of pulling pig tails in grade school, though Steve wasn’t too inclined to believe him. On the other hand, Steve found nearly everything about Tony ridiculously attractive. From the way the man dressed and carried himself, to the shape of those chocolate eyes, the fine slope of his nose and his lips. Tony was, well—beautiful. He’d secretly ended up on many pages of Steve’s sketchbook. But Stark flirts with everyone. Steve couldn’t really believe that there was any genuine interest there. Still—
“Well, why don’t you find out for yourself?” He challenges, arms crossing over his broad chest.
Tony is… Jesus, he’s stunned silent. He’s sure he must be quite the picture; mouth like a gaping fish and eyes wide behind his glasses. Did Cap seriously just-? “Did you just proposition me?” Tony blurts, because clearly, he must be dreaming still.
Rogers, for his credit, looks unamused and simply shrugs in answer. “You want an answer right? Come get it yourself.”