Work Text:
“No, honey, that's not my problem,” Tony laughs in that way that means he's lying to himself more than any other party. “My problem is that- it's Carol's team, she's the team lead.”
“Uh-huh,” Steve says as he pours the steaming fresh brew Tony had made mere minutes ago right into Tony's mug. His back's to Tony, so the man can't see the smug grin on Steve's lips.
“It's her team. She can do whatever she wants with it! She could kick me off and replace me with Deadpool—”
“She wouldn’t.”
“No! She would never! But- oh, thank you, sweet stuff,” Tony says from his spot at the kitchen island, hands outstretched in front of him first in a pointed explanation, then to take the warm plain white mug. Just before it hits Tony’s hands, Steve pulls it back. He brings it to his mouth, sipping slowly. It’s just to flirt, to get Tony a little riled up more about him on their day off than about the new team roster. Tony's beautiful blues go to Steve’s lips as he licks them clean of the stray coffee, then hands the mug out for Tony in a real way – which Tony accepts gingerly. “Thanks. I just don’t understand why she wouldn’t have chosen you.”
“So your problem is that Carol didn’t choose me.”
“No! My problem is that...” Tony takes a sip of the coffee right where Steve’s mouth was seconds ago, an indirect kiss. “You’re not on the team.”
“So your problem is that I’m not on the team that Carol chose, so you don’t like Carol’s choice.”
“My singular and only problem is that I am on the team and you are not. I’m!” Tony goes back to gesturing about at the papers and screens in front of him and a swell of affection rises in Steve’s chest. “I’m busy! I’m a busy guy! And you’re not!”
Ha. The jab isn’t a jab, Steve knows. He tries to put on a little pout, the kind that says he’s hurt. Tony sees right through it.
“Are you just busting my balls?” Tony asks, squinting his eyes at Steve.
“Aren’t I always?”
All of the sudden, Steve is crashing into a moment in the past.
He and Tony. They’re fighting, fighting hard, fighting physical, fighting to kill, maybe. The world is alight. I The world is falling apart, and Steve is so angry, and Tony is in that fucking silver suit, and he is apathetic to everything. There is a helicarrier above. It is exploding, and the last thing he sees before he and Tony both die is Tony’s bloodstained lips wrap around the words; “I’m sorry.”
Then he’s thrown back to the present, watching Tony reel back in the same.
Tony puts the coffee down on some very important paperwork. “Woah. Did you just…”
“Yep,” Steve returns as he leans forward, bending at the waist to grab at the kitchen counter.
“Christ, Steve, what did you put in that coffee?”
“Nothing! You like it black, you’re the one who made it!”
Which makes Tony pause.
“… Steve, I didn’t make the coffee.”
“What.”
Oh no.
They both turn to the coffee pot. Against the glass carafe, a little off-white card with the typical handwrit cursive of Asgardian stands stark in black ink.
A little trick just for old time’s sake.
“Ugh. Loki,” Tony groans, clutching his head. “Shit. That... was that...”
“The incursions.”
“Yeah. Oof. Okay, I want to be done arguing, now.”
Steve can’t argue with him there. “Tony, I think it’s sweet that you miss me so much and want to spend more time around me. But I think you should just say it that you think we don’t have enough sex instead of bringing the Avengers as a team into it.”
“We don’t! You could be inside me right now!” Tony stands, rounding the corner to get closer to Steve, which Steve takes to quickly, putting his hands on Tony’s waist and pulling him close. “Instead we’re talking about this.”
“Why don’t you get on your knees and we can stop talking about it?”
His hands are already between he and Tony’s bodies, tugging off his belt. Tony presses a quick kiss at the corner of Steve’s lips, then another square at the middle.
“You know, this is a very effective way of getting us to stop fighting,” Tony offers as he takes Steve’s half-hard dick out of his boxers, sinking to his knees. “We should do this more often.”
“I agree,” which are words that turn into a soft groan as Tony takes him in his mouth.