Apartment Above Stark Industries

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Steve was back from his normal run and enjoying the air conditioning of their apartment (which he'd turned up a little bit to make himself feel less guilty about being engaged to an engineering genius while everyone else was melting in the heat) and had showered and changed and was now sprawled out on the sofa with his Stark tablet, going through more of the exposed SHIELD files that Natasha had flagged for him in an email titled "Tugging on that Thread."

It was probably a bad idea to be reading the information, but Steve couldn't help himself. He'd been chasing Bucky for years and had gotten exactly nowhere. Maybe what SHIELD, well, Hydra, had on his past would give him some more leads to follow.

[OOC: For that guy! Let's detonate MCU canon today, shall we?]

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[imafuturist]

"What do they say?" Because Tony was going to argue with them a lot.

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"That I'm never going to fit in anywhere," Steve said. "That I'm both too old and too young to be taken seriously. That people only like me for Captain America and can take or leave Steve Rogers."

[imafuturist]

Tony made an upset little noise, resting his forehead against Steve's. "Oh, sweetheart. Anyone who can't see you for you is an idiot."

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"I've run into a lot of idiots, then," Steve said. "I should've seen Rumlow for what he was a long time before I did. I was just so desperate for friends--"

[imafuturist]

"None of us could have known how bad he actually was." Though the beer. The beer...

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed. "He made some questionable jokes, then told me I didn't have a sense of humor when I said anything."

[imafuturist]

"I had a friend like that too," Tony replied. "Sometimes you want to see the best in people. And sometimes those people feed the monster in your head to keep you under their grip."

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"Who was your friend?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"A kid I grew up with," Tony sighed. "Tiberius Stone. Do not hunt him down."

He knew you, Steve.

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"I would definitely find him and punch him," Steve admitted.

[imafuturist]

"Please don't. He's a jerk, but you don't deserve to get arrested for that."

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Steve leaned in to give Tony a soft kiss. "I get protective," he admitted.

[imafuturist]

"And I like that," Tony replied. "But. Trust me, he's not worth it."

He'd still beat the crap out of Rumlow on Steve's behalf, though.

[heroic_jawline]

"Do you still bump into him?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Yes," Tony admitted reluctantly. "And if it's your fault that you didn't know about Rumlow, it's my fault I didn't catch onto Ty sooner."

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Steve made a face. "I don't like that argument."

[imafuturist]

"Tough," he replied, flicking Steve's shoulder.

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Steve laughed, desperate for a break in the tension. "Can I glare if I see him, at least?"

[imafuturist]

"I'd act like I hate it, but I'd give you an amazing blowjobs for being protective," Tony admitted.

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"God, I love when you give me a blowjob."

Steve's eyes bugged out. That was a little too forthright for the repressed 1930s boy that he still was when it came to talking about sex.

[imafuturist]

Did it help that Tony beamed at the praise? Because he totally did.

"I'll be sure to give you them more often. I've fantasized about giving you one in every car I own."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed hard. "That's a lot of cars."

[imafuturist]

"My brain does that," Tony said a little sheepishly. Because Steve knew about the compulsive planning, but probably didn't realize it applied elsewhere.

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Steve kissed him again. "I love your brain."

[imafuturist]

"A lot of people think it's weird," Tony murmured into that kiss.