FIC Tony’s Garage Rules
Title: Tony’s Garage Rules
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Fandom: Avengers 2012
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Prompt: Picture at the bottom
Summary: Steve’s not quite as innocent as everyone thinks. Tony thinks Steve ruins all his fun.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: slight for Captain America, but nothing that really spoils the movie
Warnings: It’s Tony, do I really need to say anything else?
Disclaimer: No one belong to me. Not even the picture. I totally got that from allposters.com. And I’m not making any money from this.
Author's Note: This is not helping me get my list finished, but when I saw the tin sign in my catalog the other day…I just knew this was Tony’s. And I couldn’t resist. Thanks to whogeek, who even though she’s away, managed to look this over. She’s the best!
Steve paused as he entered the garage, his attention immediately arrested by the sign posted on the wall. He tilted his head to the side as he studied the weathered tin, his eyes tracking from the car to the girl to the lettering. Without taking his eyes off it, he called, "Tooony...?"
"What, Cap?" came from farther in the garage followed by a clatter and "Damn it. No, Dummy!" A moment later, Tony's disheveled head appeared. He produced a rag from somewhere and wiped his hands on it as he strolled towards where Steve was still standing.
"This. The picture?"
Tony frowned. "What? My garage. My rules." He waved a hand, thankfully not the one holding the rag. "If you have a problem with my decorating, don't look at it."
"No. Just." Steve made an aborted motion like he was going to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Where did you get it?"
"I don't remember. I just liked it." He waggled his eyebrows. "She's hot, Cap. Va-va-voom. Does it offend you?"
Steve rolled his eyes. "No, Tony, it doesn't. I just don't feel the need to treat women like objects."
"In my defense, it's not just women I treat like objects, but everyone. Until I get to know them." He grinned as Steve sighed at his comment. "So you aren't blushing at my little pin-up girl being seen by your virgin eyes?"
"Tony." Steve shook his head. "I'm not as innocent as you all seem to think. My best friend was Bucky Barnes. For gosh sakes I went to war. I just don't feel the need to talk about sex or swear with every other word."
Tony stared at him for a minute. "Well, you didn't need to ruin all my fun!"
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series:
Written For:
Prompt: Picture at the bottom
Summary: Steve’s not quite as innocent as everyone thinks. Tony thinks Steve ruins all his fun.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: slight for Captain America, but nothing that really spoils the movie
Warnings: It’s Tony, do I really need to say anything else?
Disclaimer: No one belong to me. Not even the picture. I totally got that from allposters.com. And I’m not making any money from this.
Author's Note: This is not helping me get my list finished, but when I saw the tin sign in my catalog the other day…I just knew this was Tony’s. And I couldn’t resist. Thanks to whogeek, who even though she’s away, managed to look this over. She’s the best!
Steve paused as he entered the garage, his attention immediately arrested by the sign posted on the wall. He tilted his head to the side as he studied the weathered tin, his eyes tracking from the car to the girl to the lettering. Without taking his eyes off it, he called, "Tooony...?"
"What, Cap?" came from farther in the garage followed by a clatter and "Damn it. No, Dummy!" A moment later, Tony's disheveled head appeared. He produced a rag from somewhere and wiped his hands on it as he strolled towards where Steve was still standing.
"This. The picture?"
Tony frowned. "What? My garage. My rules." He waved a hand, thankfully not the one holding the rag. "If you have a problem with my decorating, don't look at it."
"No. Just." Steve made an aborted motion like he was going to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Where did you get it?"
"I don't remember. I just liked it." He waggled his eyebrows. "She's hot, Cap. Va-va-voom. Does it offend you?"
Steve rolled his eyes. "No, Tony, it doesn't. I just don't feel the need to treat women like objects."
"In my defense, it's not just women I treat like objects, but everyone. Until I get to know them." He grinned as Steve sighed at his comment. "So you aren't blushing at my little pin-up girl being seen by your virgin eyes?"
"Tony." Steve shook his head. "I'm not as innocent as you all seem to think. My best friend was Bucky Barnes. For gosh sakes I went to war. I just don't feel the need to talk about sex or swear with every other word."
Tony stared at him for a minute. "Well, you didn't need to ruin all my fun!"
