Avengers: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 11
Title: Dummy the Matchmaker, Part 11
Fandom: Avengers, Iron Man (movie-verse)
Rating: T
Summary: Clint suddenly suggested having a fashion show in their lounge.
Notes: Written for iu_fanfiction WC # 44: Kink Bingo | Prompt: clothes on | future!Steve/Tony
On a particularly peaceful morning, when Steve entered the lounge, he was met with the sight of the furniture moved and a long platform taking up most of the room. It was T-shaped, with the long end pushed up against the wall. He was sure that wasn’t installed before he left for his morning run.
“What’s going on here?” he asked Bruce as he entered the room. He blinked when he saw the scientist’s appearance.
Bruce was wearing form-fitting black pants, a white, button-up shirt with the top four buttons undone and shiny leather shoes. Around his neck was an untied necktie and his eyes weren’t hidden behind glasses.
It was a good look on him.
“Clint suggested having a fashion show after Dummy tried putting on one of Natasha’s boots,” Bruce answered, fiddling with the end of the tie. “Natasha managed to convince Tony to go along with the idea.” That wasn’t very difficult, as they all were wary of being on the woman’s bad side, Tony being the worse after Natasha’s stint as his employee. “You should probably prepare to be fixed up too.”
“Our good old captain here doesn’t need to doll up,” Clint suddenly piped up from behind Steve. “The whole sweatpants & shirt combo isn’t so bad on him with the glistening sweat on his brow. Besides, the sweatpants really frame his ass nicely.”
Steve blushed as he practically heard the archer leering at him.
“Legolas has a point here.”
The blonde turned to see Tony grinning at him. Steve couldn’t help but notice how the red button-up shirt he was wearing hugged his torso at the right places, showing of the muscle that was normally hidden by his shirts. Those black pants only served to short-circuit Steve’s brain.
“Steve, stop daydreaming about Tony’s ass,” Clint’s voice broke his reverie, making him sputter indignantly.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Clint, you’re de-virginizing Cap’s pure, all-American mind.”
“Please, Stark, this is nothing compared to what you do on a daily basis,” Clint said with a snort.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bird-brain.”
“And you call me an idiot? Pot calling the kettle black, much?”
“You are an idiot. It’s a wonder you can speak at all with the size of your brain-”
“Guys, stop it,” Steve inserted before the argument could degrade further and Clint reveal anything he didn’t want to reveal yet at this point. “Where’s Natasha and Thor?”
“They’re currently-”
“We have been successful in finding the most suitable attire for our friend, Dummy!” Thor’s voice boomed from the doorway. As they turned, he stepped aside to let the smirking Natasha through.
And there was Dummy, clad in a sleeve-like clothing that was red, white and blue striped with stars on the top. There was a circular design near the bottom with a white star in the middle.
Without preamble, Star Spangled Man started blaring from the speakers.
Steve was greatly mortified as Dummy slowly wheeled his way towards the super soldier.
But Tony suddenly cracked up with laugher, with the rest of the team following, and Steve felt his cheeks redden for an entirely different reason as a familiar warmth filled his chest.
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To be continued.
A/N: I'm laughing so hard now. I love Dummy, I really do XD
Anyway, I should go and rest now so I can concentrate on doing all my schoolwork tomorrow. I'll try to write something next week but I can't make any guarantees =P
See you 'til then!