Fic: Donuts
Title: Donuts
Fandom: Iron Man/Marvel (TWELVE HOURS UNTIL THE AVENGERS AHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Phil looks up as the box of powdered donuts lands on his desk with a soft "thud".
Note: Makes more sense if you've seen "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor's Hammer".
Donuts
Phil looks up as the box of powdered donuts lands on his desk with a soft "thud". "Yes?" he asks, slightly confused by the look of determination on Stark's face.
"Go out with me."
"...what?"
"Go. Out. With. Me."
"Stark, what are you--"
"Go out with me. As my date. To dinner."
Phil sighs. "Stark, are you in middle school? Do you really need some kind of validation for all the sex we've been having?"
"Oh," Stark says, leaning forward in a way that certainly does not makes Phil's pulse speed up, "don't worry. We'll get to that part later." Phil's mouth quirks into a little smile. It's been a few days. "But I also think I've earned a proper date by now."
Phil blinks down at the donuts on his desk. "And this... is your way of bringing flowers?"
Stark shrugs. "What can I say? Natasha told me your weakness." Phil frowns, not pleased with having anything that could be described as a weakness. He does like donuts, though. Stark opens the box, breaks off a piece of white, powdery goodness. "Come on," he says, fingers hovering in front of Phil's mouth. "Open up."
After a moment of hesitation, Phil obediently opens his mouth. Stark pops the piece of donut in, watching with a smirk as Phil's eyes involuntarily close in joy. It really is the simple things in life sometimes. "So," Stark says after a moment, prompting Phil to open his eyes again. "Dinner?"
Phil sighs. "You know it isn't fair to ask for something after giving me donuts, right?"
Stark grins. "Since when have I ever played fair?"
Stark has a point, Phil has to admit. "Well, how will I have any room for dinner after I eat my donuts?"
Stark blinks. "You... you're going to eat two dozen donuts before dinner time? Coulson, it's 3:30 in the afternoon!"
"I like donuts," Phil says matter-of-factly.
Stark shakes his head. "How on earth you keep in such good shape, I will never know."
"I like it that way," Phil says with a smile. "Keeps you guessing."
"What if I guessed over dinner?" Stark says stubbornly.
Phil sighs again. "If I say yes, will you let me finish my work?"
Stark pouts. "I was kind of thinking of kinky office sex, but if I must..."
"You must."
"Then fiiine, I guess I'll leave you alone. Is that a yes, then?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"Great, I'll come back and get you at seven!" Stark leaves the room, almost bouncing as he walks. Phil shakes his head, and is about to turn back to his paperwork when he notices something sticking out from under the box of donuts. He pulls it out curiously.
It's a Stark Industries post-it note, with a badly drawn heart on it.
Phil smiles.
Fandom: Iron Man/Marvel (TWELVE HOURS UNTIL THE AVENGERS AHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the gay would be way more obvious.
Summary: Phil looks up as the box of powdered donuts lands on his desk with a soft "thud".
Note: Makes more sense if you've seen "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor's Hammer".
Donuts
Phil looks up as the box of powdered donuts lands on his desk with a soft "thud". "Yes?" he asks, slightly confused by the look of determination on Stark's face.
"Go out with me."
"...what?"
"Go. Out. With. Me."
"Stark, what are you--"
"Go out with me. As my date. To dinner."
Phil sighs. "Stark, are you in middle school? Do you really need some kind of validation for all the sex we've been having?"
"Oh," Stark says, leaning forward in a way that certainly does not makes Phil's pulse speed up, "don't worry. We'll get to that part later." Phil's mouth quirks into a little smile. It's been a few days. "But I also think I've earned a proper date by now."
Phil blinks down at the donuts on his desk. "And this... is your way of bringing flowers?"
Stark shrugs. "What can I say? Natasha told me your weakness." Phil frowns, not pleased with having anything that could be described as a weakness. He does like donuts, though. Stark opens the box, breaks off a piece of white, powdery goodness. "Come on," he says, fingers hovering in front of Phil's mouth. "Open up."
After a moment of hesitation, Phil obediently opens his mouth. Stark pops the piece of donut in, watching with a smirk as Phil's eyes involuntarily close in joy. It really is the simple things in life sometimes. "So," Stark says after a moment, prompting Phil to open his eyes again. "Dinner?"
Phil sighs. "You know it isn't fair to ask for something after giving me donuts, right?"
Stark grins. "Since when have I ever played fair?"
Stark has a point, Phil has to admit. "Well, how will I have any room for dinner after I eat my donuts?"
Stark blinks. "You... you're going to eat two dozen donuts before dinner time? Coulson, it's 3:30 in the afternoon!"
"I like donuts," Phil says matter-of-factly.
Stark shakes his head. "How on earth you keep in such good shape, I will never know."
"I like it that way," Phil says with a smile. "Keeps you guessing."
"What if I guessed over dinner?" Stark says stubbornly.
Phil sighs again. "If I say yes, will you let me finish my work?"
Stark pouts. "I was kind of thinking of kinky office sex, but if I must..."
"You must."
"Then fiiine, I guess I'll leave you alone. Is that a yes, then?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"Great, I'll come back and get you at seven!" Stark leaves the room, almost bouncing as he walks. Phil shakes his head, and is about to turn back to his paperwork when he notices something sticking out from under the box of donuts. He pulls it out curiously.
It's a Stark Industries post-it note, with a badly drawn heart on it.
Phil smiles.