Avengers Fic: Forgiveness | Steve/Tony | PG
Title: Forgiveness
Author: amycoolz
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, OC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild swearing, hot men kissing
Word Count: ~900
Summary: After an argument with Tony in which Steve leaves, he comes back to find a woman in the house. Cue another argument.
Note: I'm apparently obsessed with this pairing now, but that's okay, because it's hot. Also, I didn't write what their first argument was, nor did I have the brain capacity to think up one. So... use your imagination.
The place was quiet, almost too quiet; it set Steve’s teeth on edge as he wandered around warily. There was no sign of Tony in the kitchen, in the living room, or in the bedroom. Anyone else would have given up looking, but Steve knew Tony - knew him well - and he was almost certain that if he wasn’t anywhere else in the house, he was in his workshop.
He calmed down, walking back to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but stopped short in the archway. There was a woman - a blond, busty woman, all long legs and curves - standing with the refrigerator door open, staring inside. Opting to try not to startle her, Steve stood up straighter and cleared his throat.
“Oh!” she gasped, her breasts bouncing slightly as she reared back from the appliance in surprise. “I didn’t see you there.”
Smiling, though he wanted nothing more than to storm from the room and find his partner, he said, “That’s okay. What are you doing?” In my boyfriend’s house, he added silently.
“Looking for something to drink. I’m simply parched.” Well, this one was certainly smarter than the other girls Tony’s talked about.
“There’s some orange juice in there,” he muttered conversationally. “Glasses are in the second cupboard on the right.” He paused for a moment, opened his mouth to say something else, then shook his head. “Would you excuse me?” She nodded, so he turned around and stormed silently from the room. “JARVIS?”
“Yes, sir?” came the computerized voice.
“Where is Mr. Stark?” he demanded, putting extra emphasis on mister.
“He is on his way back to his workshop, sir.”
So he came upstairs to check on his date and instead found me. Well... “Stop the elevator and bring him back up here. I need to have a few words with him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Steve stood in front of the elevator Tony had installed not too long ago with his arms crossed and legs spread, looking every bit the all-American soldier he’d been bred to be. The doors opened a few moments later and revealed Tony looking down as if fascinated with his shoes.
“Who is she?”
Tony didn’t say anything, didn’t even look up.
“Damn it, Tony, tell me who she is!”
“Nobody. She’s... she’s nobody.” The dark-haired man finally managed to lift his head, but he looked anywhere but at Steve.
“She’s obviously not ‘nobody’ if she’s here, Tony.” He sighed and turned around, letting his arms fall down to his sides.
There was a choked sound behind him and then Tony started speaking in a raspier-than-normal voice. “I was so angry at myself, angry at what I said to you and then angrier that I made you leave.” Steve heard Tony’s knuckles crack as he balled his hands into fists. “I wanted to go after you.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t. I knew I had to let you have space, so I let you go. I went to a bar, just a small place that I’ve never even heard of before; drowned my worries in alcohol, as usual. And I met her, met Allie. But I swear we didn’t do anything.”
“So why is she here?”
“We talked. That was it. We talked until my throat was sore and then I passed out.”
“What did you talk about?”
“You, mostly.” Steve looked up at the woman - Allie, who was now standing in the doorway with a glass of orange juice - as she spoke. “It was quite endearing, really. He kept saying what a great guy you were and how he’d do anything to get you back.” She took a swig of juice. “I don’t know what you two were fighting about, but if you can still be mad after what he said last night, then you need your head checked.”
Steve turned and glanced at Tony over his shoulder, who was finally looking at him properly; the man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, even though it had only been one night. He suddenly felt very foolish and brought his body to face him fully. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “for everything.”
Tony grunted, his own form of forgiveness, and smiled a bit.
“This is the part where you kiss and make up,” Allie pointed out.
Steve couldn’t even be angry at her presence anymore, not when the man he loved more than anything was standing in front of him, forgiving him for his stupidity. He wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist, hauling him close and placing his other hand at the back of the man’s neck. They spent what felt like an eternity gazing into each other’s eyes before their lips met in blissful contact, neither pushing nor pulling, each of them just giving as much as they were given.
The kiss ended too soon for either of their liking, but they had some unfinished business that needed to be attended to.
“Allie?” Tony asked, not taking his eyes off of Steve’s for even a second. “Could you kindly gather your things and go? I need to reunite with my partner.”
“For you, cousin? Anything.”
“Cousin?” Steve asked, confused. “She’s your cousin?”
“Sort of. Not really. Okay, no, but she’s like family to me.” Tony’s hands stopped their movement on Steve’s biceps, squeezing the hard muscle underneath his shirt; they joined lips once more in a sweet kiss. “Now what do you say we take this to the bedroom? I have a whole night’s worth of forgiveness to show you.”
Author: amycoolz
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, OC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild swearing, hot men kissing
Word Count: ~900
Summary: After an argument with Tony in which Steve leaves, he comes back to find a woman in the house. Cue another argument.
Note: I'm apparently obsessed with this pairing now, but that's okay, because it's hot. Also, I didn't write what their first argument was, nor did I have the brain capacity to think up one. So... use your imagination.
The place was quiet, almost too quiet; it set Steve’s teeth on edge as he wandered around warily. There was no sign of Tony in the kitchen, in the living room, or in the bedroom. Anyone else would have given up looking, but Steve knew Tony - knew him well - and he was almost certain that if he wasn’t anywhere else in the house, he was in his workshop.
He calmed down, walking back to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but stopped short in the archway. There was a woman - a blond, busty woman, all long legs and curves - standing with the refrigerator door open, staring inside. Opting to try not to startle her, Steve stood up straighter and cleared his throat.
“Oh!” she gasped, her breasts bouncing slightly as she reared back from the appliance in surprise. “I didn’t see you there.”
Smiling, though he wanted nothing more than to storm from the room and find his partner, he said, “That’s okay. What are you doing?” In my boyfriend’s house, he added silently.
“Looking for something to drink. I’m simply parched.” Well, this one was certainly smarter than the other girls Tony’s talked about.
“There’s some orange juice in there,” he muttered conversationally. “Glasses are in the second cupboard on the right.” He paused for a moment, opened his mouth to say something else, then shook his head. “Would you excuse me?” She nodded, so he turned around and stormed silently from the room. “JARVIS?”
“Yes, sir?” came the computerized voice.
“Where is Mr. Stark?” he demanded, putting extra emphasis on mister.
“He is on his way back to his workshop, sir.”
So he came upstairs to check on his date and instead found me. Well... “Stop the elevator and bring him back up here. I need to have a few words with him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Steve stood in front of the elevator Tony had installed not too long ago with his arms crossed and legs spread, looking every bit the all-American soldier he’d been bred to be. The doors opened a few moments later and revealed Tony looking down as if fascinated with his shoes.
“Who is she?”
Tony didn’t say anything, didn’t even look up.
“Damn it, Tony, tell me who she is!”
“Nobody. She’s... she’s nobody.” The dark-haired man finally managed to lift his head, but he looked anywhere but at Steve.
“She’s obviously not ‘nobody’ if she’s here, Tony.” He sighed and turned around, letting his arms fall down to his sides.
There was a choked sound behind him and then Tony started speaking in a raspier-than-normal voice. “I was so angry at myself, angry at what I said to you and then angrier that I made you leave.” Steve heard Tony’s knuckles crack as he balled his hands into fists. “I wanted to go after you.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t. I knew I had to let you have space, so I let you go. I went to a bar, just a small place that I’ve never even heard of before; drowned my worries in alcohol, as usual. And I met her, met Allie. But I swear we didn’t do anything.”
“So why is she here?”
“We talked. That was it. We talked until my throat was sore and then I passed out.”
“What did you talk about?”
“You, mostly.” Steve looked up at the woman - Allie, who was now standing in the doorway with a glass of orange juice - as she spoke. “It was quite endearing, really. He kept saying what a great guy you were and how he’d do anything to get you back.” She took a swig of juice. “I don’t know what you two were fighting about, but if you can still be mad after what he said last night, then you need your head checked.”
Steve turned and glanced at Tony over his shoulder, who was finally looking at him properly; the man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, even though it had only been one night. He suddenly felt very foolish and brought his body to face him fully. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “for everything.”
Tony grunted, his own form of forgiveness, and smiled a bit.
“This is the part where you kiss and make up,” Allie pointed out.
Steve couldn’t even be angry at her presence anymore, not when the man he loved more than anything was standing in front of him, forgiving him for his stupidity. He wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist, hauling him close and placing his other hand at the back of the man’s neck. They spent what felt like an eternity gazing into each other’s eyes before their lips met in blissful contact, neither pushing nor pulling, each of them just giving as much as they were given.
The kiss ended too soon for either of their liking, but they had some unfinished business that needed to be attended to.
“Allie?” Tony asked, not taking his eyes off of Steve’s for even a second. “Could you kindly gather your things and go? I need to reunite with my partner.”
“For you, cousin? Anything.”
“Cousin?” Steve asked, confused. “She’s your cousin?”
“Sort of. Not really. Okay, no, but she’s like family to me.” Tony’s hands stopped their movement on Steve’s biceps, squeezing the hard muscle underneath his shirt; they joined lips once more in a sweet kiss. “Now what do you say we take this to the bedroom? I have a whole night’s worth of forgiveness to show you.”