eighty-one.
Peter continued to stare blankly at the photos in his hand for a very long time. He could see May standing across the room, with her hands in the pockets of her sundress. She was smiling, for some fucking reason. How could she be so fucking happy about this? This could be the end of Peter completely.
Peter felt like his life was so fucked right now. A baby? He was carrying a fucking baby in a country he'd never been to, surrounded by people that he didn't know, and-
"Oh no..."
Bucky looked up at him. "What?" His brows were knitted together in confusion and worry due to the tone of Peter's voice.
"This... Baby, his father..."
Bucky shook his head. "I'm sure Wade could make a great father if you kept him in line well enough."
Peter shook his head. "No, he couldn't, because Wade's not the father."
Back in New York, Steve and Tony were sitting in a tiny cafe down in the southside of Brooklynn. The weather was nice and so was the coffee, and the company was pretty good too.
Tony could see Steve's heart-eyes at him, and the look made his heart swell a little... But he knew that it's just how Steve looked at him, it didn't mean anything. Steve and Bucky were engaged now, he ruined his chance, he knew. It hurt him to even look at Steve now because he finally realized just how much he really loved Steve and he ruined it.
But Steve was still being so kind to him, he was listening intently and giving him all of the attention, even when the waitress tried flirting with him. It was like their first date all over again, which occurred in his very shop.
Right now they were just talking, and it was gentle and it was nice. He missed being with Steve like this... Sitting here across from the gorgeous blonde, all Tony wanted to do was lean over and kiss him right on his beautiful lips.
If Tony were drinking, he'd want Steve to take him home and rail him into next Tuesday. But he wasn't drinking, and he kinda wanted Steve to rail him anyways. The thought makes Tony shift in his seat and try to hide his blush with his coffee cup.
If Steve noticed, he wasn't sure. (He did notice.)
Steve, however, had an ulterior motive to being here with Tony right now. He was following Natasha's style of getting information... Sorta, he really did want to be here with Tony. He could tell by the blush on the brunette's cheeks that Tony wanted to be here with him too, if not in bed with him.
Steve, ever the gentleman, paid for their coffee and gently asked Tony if he wanted to go back to his apartment and watch the new season of Game Of Thrones. Tony accepted and drove them to the tall apartment building. The ride was quiet but peaceful.
Back at the apartments, Steve set up the newest season on DVD and sat back on the couch with Tony, arm thrown casually over the back of the couch. Tony shifted a little and tucked his foot underneath himself.
Steve was plainly aware of Tony scooting a little closer to him every once in a while, but that's exactly what he wanted. When one of the many sex scenes came on the screen, Steve couldn't miss the blush on Tony's cheeks or the way that Tony's eyes made their way to his crotch.
Tony bit his lips and Steve glanced from Tony's face to his own crotch and Tony took that as an incentive to reach down and rub Steve's dick through his jeans. Steve shifted his hips a little, arching up into Tony's hand.
Tony unzipped Steve's jeans and pulled out his hefty length, wasting no time in leaning down and wrapping his lips around it. Steve reached a hand down and threaded his finger's through Tony's hair the way he knew Tony liked and gave the ends a little tug.
After letting go of Tony's hair, Steve reached a hand down and grabbed Tony's absolutely delectable ass, bringing a whine out of the other man's mouth. Tony pulled away in favor of being able to take his pants off. Steve pulled his own down as well and pulled Tony into his lap.
Tony gripped onto Steve's shoulders while he straddled him and Steve gripped the younger man's thighs. They held eye contact as Tony lowered his hips and allowed Steve to fill him. The stretch was painful, but he missed it. His jaw dropped as he took Steve in to the hilt and all Steve could do was gasp and how fucking tight Tony was.
Tony, the little fucking slut that he was, wasted zero time in trying to bounce on Steve's cock, but Steve wasn't having it just yet. He gripped the man's hips to slow him down and they started up a slow, sensual pace that had Tony nearly fucking drooling at how good he felt.
Steve, despite Tony's whining protests, kept it going slow. He knew just how to make him fall apart, and by God was he already doing it.
By the time they were finished, they were hot and sweaty and breathless, and Tony was tired and that was fine. He helped Tony clean up and watched as he fell asleep on the couch. Soon as he was out, Steve stepped out onto the balcony and called Bucky.
"Hey. I've got it."