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"Oh my gosh, it is crying again!!" "Don't say it like that! He is not 'it', he is a baby!" "Yes, that's what I'm saying, it as a baby-it!" Steve took Peter out of his cradle, shooting a glare at Tony. The small bundle in his hands was whimpering loudly. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie, it's okay," Steve cooed to Peter, rocking him gently. Tony was looking at this scene from the couch, eyeing suspiciously the small boy. "Why is it.. he is always crying?" he asked bitterly. "That's what babies do, Tony. How else are they suppose to get our attention?" Steve scrunched his nose. "His diaper needs to be changed. Here, hold him, while I'll get the s

"Hello?" Tony spoke into his phone, not bothering to check who it was before answering. "How long will you be gone?" Steve said from the other end of the line, skipping the greetings. "Steve? Isn't it like... 3 in the morning over there?" "Yes. I set the alarm so I could call you at an appropriate time." "You- Oh my God, Steve." Tony was smiling brightly now. He felt like a dumb teenager with a crush, Steve made him feel that way and he loved it. Not that he would ever admit it. "So? How long?" "A couple of days, I think." Tony heard Steve groan. "I take it that you miss me?" "..." "You set your alarm to call me at 3am, it's no use de

Evening. Tony was lying in his bed. Next to him was Steve. The blonde had a goofy smile plastered on his handsome face. He was in a playful mood, which irritated Tony, who was hoping to go through some of his notes before going to sleep, and Steve was efficiently bothering him. "Come on, admit it." "No." "It's only three words, Tony. Say it." "Leave me alone, I'm busy." "Say it and I will leave you alone." "Make me." Tony's eyes snapped wide open when he realized what he just said. Steve's smile got wider, he was waiting for that. "NO! I didn't mean thaaAAH!!" the brunet screamed seeing Steve pouncing at him. Tony knew that he will ha

The hand holding his hair was rough and the restraints that held his hands behind his back were too tight on his wrists. The man in front of him was speaking a foreign language and Tony just kept saying no, even though he knew what would follow. That rough hand yanked on his hair and his face was underwater again. His whole body hurt but the pain on his chest was unbearable. Every time they'd put his head underwater they would take a bit longer to pull him up again. This time it's taking too long. Tony can hear his name but it's a distant sound, he struggles to free himself but is body feels like it's been pinned down. He gives up and lets

When Steve first said that he's like to have kids, Tony freaked out. He then decided to avoid Steve for a whole week, because it seemed like a good idea. Tony would hide long enough for Steve to forget about him and then move on and find someone else who actually was good with kids. But then when he thought about Steve with someone else, Tony got really mad and desperate and came out of his cave (which really is just his garage, and the only reason why Steve didn't try to talk to him was because he knew he freaked Tony out and he needed time). After a long talk, Tony finally confessed that he wouldn't mind having a kid, he just thought he wo

Things have been crazy lately at Stark Industries, day after day Tony comes home late after boring meetings and with a huge headache, wanting nothing more than to curl up against Steve and hear his soothing voice, strong fingers running through Tony's hair and making him fall into a peaceful sleep. Steve, on the other hand, spends his days taking care of a difficult 4 years old Peter, and even though that's not the same as saving Manhattan from weird aliens or nutcases, it sure as hell is exhausting. Steve tries to stay up, he really does. More than once he ends up falling asleep on the couch, waiting for Tony to get home, but when he wakes

It started out harmless enough, as all things involving Tony Stark did. He wasn't malicious or conniving by nature, no, he just knew how to get his way…most of the time. And when one has natural charm and charisma, would it not be prudent to use said attributes to one's advantage? Again, no. He really couldn't care less about all the fame and admiration his money and legacy brought him, despite what the tabloids would have people believe. He wanted, and felt he deserved, to be admired and sought after for his genius and engineering aspects that were slowly helping the world become a better place; the natural charm and charisma were just

"Tony, stop!" Steve giggled. "This is not the place to-" "Aww come on, Steve, it's not like we're about to have sex, just a little make out session won't hurt." Tony replied before kissing Steve's jaw. "Unless you want sex, we can totally-" "Oh. My. God." Both men turned their heads to the door when they heard Clint's voice. So maybe Steve was right, making out at SHIELD headquarters was really not a good idea. Barton turned around and left without a single word to look for Natasha. "As I was saying-" Tony tried, but was cut off when Steve shook his head with an apologetic look plastered on his face, meaning that the mood was killed. Tony