The fight had been brutal, but no moreso than the usual onslaught of criminals who thought themselves supreme overlords of New York City, but were practically a walk in the park compared to the Mandarin or Red Skull. Their rhythm had been off, they kept getting in each other’s way, even though Tony should have been in the air, and Steve should have told him to stay up there, to keep an eye on everything, and to snipe stragglers, but that wasn’t really necessary. Clint had perched himself on a rooftop and was loosing an arrow at any of the small group of minions that made a move to leave the ever-tightening circle of Avengers that were on the ground, so it wasn’t particularly necessary that Tony be in the air. Steve hadn’t said anything then, but made a mental note to do so at a better time.
Steve cornered Tony upstairs later that night, hoping to have a civil, adult conversation about what had happened during the fight. He brought coffee, usually a good peace offering.
Civil conversations were difficult with Tony at the best of times, and this one was no different. They yelled about everything and nothing, hedging around their points until they were screaming in circles, literally and figuratively.
They quickly ended up nose-to-nose in front of the large windows overlooking the city, the coffee long forgotten on a small table.
“Fine,” Steve said, probably a little louder than necessary. He wasn’t even sure what he was yelling about anymore. Tony tended to do that to him.
“Fine!” Tony yelled, definitely too loud for them being so close.
“…Right. How do you propose we settle this?” Steve’s expression softened as he actually looked at Tony, and saw no fight in his eyes.
Tony raised an eyebrow as he watched Steve, and moved even closer, lips a hair’s breadth apart.
Steve cornered Tony upstairs later that night, hoping to have a civil, adult conversation about what had happened during the fight. He brought coffee, usually a good peace offering.
Civil conversations were difficult with Tony at the best of times, and this one was no different. They yelled about everything and nothing, hedging around their points until they were screaming in circles, literally and figuratively.
They quickly ended up nose-to-nose in front of the large windows overlooking the city, the coffee long forgotten on a small table.
“Fine,” Steve said, probably a little louder than necessary. He wasn’t even sure what he was yelling about anymore. Tony tended to do that to him.
“Fine!” Tony yelled, definitely too loud for them being so close.
“…Right. How do you propose we settle this?” Steve’s expression softened as he actually looked at Tony, and saw no fight in his eyes.
Tony raised an eyebrow as he watched Steve, and moved even closer, lips a hair’s breadth apart.
“I’m open for suggestions.”
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