tonyeffingstark

[tonyeffingstark]

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“People almost die all the time,” Tony started, stepping to the side to swing her downwards into a dip. He smiled, his lips tired but trying. “And I’ve never danced with you. So we fixed that.”

With effort, Tony pulled her back up to her feet before stepping close to her again. He sighed, watching the doorway behind her as his hands shook their way around her waist. The soft beeping of the monitor behind him was the only thing keeping the rhythm of his steps, and he closed his eyes to the sound.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” He muttered into her hair. “Breakfast, I mean. Hospitals feed patients, last I checked.”

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He was up and out of the hospital bed when she got back from getting coffee, and a frown instantly curved her lips, brows knitting together. “Tony– really?” She huffed, setting down her coffee– and the breakfast sandwiches she’d brought back for them both– before going over to where he was standing and putting her hand on his arm. “Don’t push yourself too much, you won’t get better that way.” Liza said, but then suddenly his arms were around her and thy were dancing. 

With a quiet laugh, Liza let her forehead rest against his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous, y’know. You almost died, and now we’re dancing?” She muttered, her heart in her throat. “I brought you breakfast, by the way. Thought you’d be hungry, not in the mood for dancing.”

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Soft lips slowly curled into a smile, “I’ll consider that next time. Note to self: Steal Tony Starks lunch money. Sounds like a great plan.” Brae teased, watching him closely.

It took every ounce of her to not shiver under his touch, just the simple way his fingers trailed up her body making her weak at the knees. Then again, that was the effect that Tony had always had on her and that would never change. When their lips came together, she smiled into the kiss. “Thanks, I did just take my weekly shower yesterday…” Brae chuckled softly.

“Oh, it’s weekly now?” Tony tilted his head slightly, his dark hues finding her green ones beneath her mess of red curls. “When did we upgrade from monthly?” His grin stretched in a full smile, chuckling softly more to himself than to her. He slid his hands down her arms again, catching her hand and lacing his fingers between hers. Her hands were much softer than his work-torn hands, but she never seemed to mind when calloused finger tips scraped her skin.

“I’ll have to set a reminder with JARVIS,” Tony mumbled, resting his forehead against hers. “Every week, around this time, get this close to you so I can smell how nice you smell after a shower.”

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“No, I don’t know the future, but I know my track record,” He paused, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this, but he couldn’t stop now. Liza was the one thing he was afraid to lose, and he couldn’t help but feel he would be the cause if he did. He always was, after all. “I just want you to be one hundred percent sure that this is what you want. I’m a mess in a flying tin can. I don’t know if I can be what you need me to be forever.”

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The scowl seemed to be permanently etched across his features as Tony continued prodding the issue. Smug bastard– Oh how Steve wished he could say that out loud. But no, then Stark would just come back with the good old language! joke and Steve would be forced to walk out. And frankly, the couch was too comfortable for that. “I’m not technologically incapable of anything– you’re the genius, not me. Just because I’m not on your level…” he grumbled, shaking his head once as he continued tapping away at the stupid tablet.

Tony couldn’t be bothered to stop the smirk that curled his lips, sinking back further onto the couch. He thoroughly enjoyed ruffling Steve’s star-spangled feathers, even if he hadn’t actually done anything to prompt it. He watched the other as he tapped the screen, his mind flooding with ideas of how to rig the device for next time Steve touched it. Tony tucked the flask back into his jacket pocket and crossed one leg over the other. “What are you doing, anyway?”

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“I bought an island, for five million dollars. It’s near Oregon.”

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“ – I’m awake, I’m dressed,         and I don’t want to be here.”

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The brunette stumbled away from the fire, catching hold of the corner of a table and steadying himself down into the seat next to it. He sighed, lifting his shirt to hold it against the fresh cut on his forehead.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Tony hissed through his teeth, which were clenched against the biting pain of fabric on wound. “Although, I have no plans to catch things on fire next time, either.” He curled over on himself, not bothering to watch the other man douse the fire that he haphazardly started.

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Steve rolled his eyes a bit, but chuckled at Tony’s obviously panicked state. “Y’know, next time? Maybe you should consider the whole bad idea thing before anything catches on fire.” He said before grabbing the fire extinguisher from under the sink and heading to the lab. A sigh left his lips when he saw the size of the mess Tony had made. “I really should get hazard pay for this.” The soldier grumbled before stepping into the lab to put out the fire.

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He continued frowning as Tony fussed with the tablet and seemed to fix the issue. “Y’know,” Steve started, shaking his head once as he repeated what he was trying to do, purposefully being more light than he thought necessary. “I’m startin’ to think you’ve got these things rigged to not work when I’m usin’ them.”

Tony chuckled, circling around the couch before dropping onto the seat next to the blonde. “Spare me the dramatics, Rogers,” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and took out his silver flask, quickly making waste of the cap before pressing it to his lips for a quick swig. “I have better things to do than to make you even more technologically incapable than you already are. Just save your brutality for the bad guys.”

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Green eyes burned brightly into his gaze as she glared playfully at him. “Oh did you? How about Olaf? Did he come tell you how much he loves warm hugs and maybe offer you one?” Brae teased, despite the way her cheeks burned from his own words.

She huffed softly, the nip at her bottom lip leaving her wanting more contact. “Oh I was toasty… almost too warm.” She feigned a soft sigh as if complaining, before flashing a small pout at him. “I slept well… why don’t you just yank the covers away from me… the worst I’ll do is cuddle closer to you.” The redhead mused, leaning up slightly to graze her soft lips against his.

“Because,” He started, tilting his head to the side as his gaze traveled upwards towards the ceiling. “You took them back. I pulled them back once, but you rolled right over and yanked them back. I thought you were going to take my lunch money, too.”

Tony started to move his hands upwards, slowly moving one finger at a time as he traced up her curves. He eventually rested his hands on his upper arms, taking hold and pulling her gently forward. He grinned when the distance between their bodies closed. “You smell nice.” He hummed, leaning down to meet her lips again.

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@winters-redstar ;; [ X ]

“Okay, calm down,” Tony turned and followed the other out of the kitchen as soon as the fire was out, setting the extinguisher down against the wall. “It’s just a microwave. You can’t put metal, or aluminum foil, in it, or it explodes. Besides, soup is better when you boil it on the stove.”

He circled around the metal armed soldier, stopping in front of him to halt Bucky’s progress. “Let me show you. It’s easier to get things in this century when you’re with someone who doesn’t usually blow stuff up.”

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@agcntwells​ ;; [ X ]

“Noted,” The mechanic glanced around her apartment, taking in the details of it that he missed while he was gone. He knew she probably had work stuffed in a file somewhere, and that she probably had gotten so caught up in it that she failed to get proper food, which made the Chinese take away make sense to him. He grinned at her again, motioning the bag closer. “Kicking and screaming for a vacation. Got it.”

He took a long sip of the tea, letting his eyes flutter closed. It was hot, hotter even than it had been in Paris the week prior. He made a mental note to have JARVIS cool down the Tower as soon as he got back to his car so it would be tolerable by the time he got home.

“It’s nothing naughty this time. That’s coming in the mail.”