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Comics Steve/Tony:
616 any era, ults or noir

Other Fandoms/Ships/Characters:Marvel:MCU Steve/Tony, Star trek: Spirk for aos or tos, or sibling feelings for Spock and Michael, DC: Bruce/Clark

Likes:For shippy: mutual pining, sweetness, misscomunitacion, denial of feelings, UST, banter, protective of each other, flirting. For tropes: AUs, canon divergent, identity porn, time travel, angst with happy ending, action/adventure, pon farr/alien made them do it/fuck or die, fake dating/fake marriage, soulmate, H/C, Mild Whump, BDSM and kinky stuff in general, amnesia, feral (and happy with porn for any of the ships :D)

Dislikes:Pregnacy, kid fics, infidelity, character death, unhappy ending, non-con body modification, gore, scat, permanent brain injury

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MCU banter/fluff ficlet

[(Anonymous)]

(hi! nasafic here. happy holidays! I hope you like this little fic!)

Tony loves his husband. He does. Anyone who’s ever met him knows that. Steve is his rock, his lodestone, his sun and moon and stars and whatever other celestial beings you want to throw in there.

And Tony is going to kill him.

“Steve,” Tony calls tensely, voice carefully measured. “Can you come in here, please?”

There’s a sound like plastic bowls crashing against the counter, and a faint, distant swear. “I’m a little busy right now, honey!”

“Unless there was a call to assemble that bypassed my comm unit, get your ass in here right now!”

That was a little tense. Tony breathes carefully in and out. I love my husband, Tony reminds himself. I love him and I do not want to murder him.

Tony manages a few more measured, deep breaths before Steve’s head pops around the bathroom doorway. “Yeah?” Steve asks, half-breathless, like he was halfway through a vigorous punching session rather than doing - whatever the hell he was doing in the kitchen.

Wordlessly, Tony gestures to the ground, where a saggy, wet towel lies crumpled on the tile.

Steve blinks. “Oh. Sorry.” He ducks down, grabs the towel from the ground, and tosses it over the shower door. “Good?”

Tony makes a face. “Good? No, we are not good. I almost brained myself with that thing!”

For the first time, Steve seems to notice that Tony’s wearing only a towel, still dripping water on to the floor. Tony remembers when Steve never used to be able to look away when Tony was wearing something skimpy, back in their honeymoon phase, when Tony still found it endearing that Steve sometimes got sloppy in their master bedroom and not just infuriating. He feels like an old man.

“Well, I did say sorry.”

I love him, Tony reminds himself. I am a patient and understanding husband and will talk to him about this like an adult.

Then he decides, nope, fuck it, I’m going in.

“I almost fell and got seriously injured because you refuse to hang up your wet towels, even though I have asked you to do it about a million times already, and all you have to say is sorry?”

Steve huffs. “Oh, come on. Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? I mean, have you seen your workshop?”

“That’s different!” Tony yells. “Half of that mess is Dummy and You, and they’re at least trying -“

“Oh, please, the mess is you being lazy, Dummy and You are just trying to mitigate it -“

“That’s not the point!” Steve falls silent as Tony works his jaw. “I have asked you a billion times to clean it up. For me. You should want to do it.”

They maintain a stare-off for a few more moments before Steve sighs, shoulders sagging, and Tony knows he’s won. “Fine,” he says. “I promise I will do my absolute best to hang my wet towels. Happy?”

“Thrilled,” Tony says, deadpan, but he doesn’t fight it when Steve slips his arm around Tony’s waist, fingers dipping under the hem of Tony’s towel.

“You know, if I’m going to hang up my towels, you should maybe start loading your dishes into the dishwasher,” Steve points out.

His voice is so low and breathy that it takes Tony a second to actually hear what he’s saying. Immediately, he pulls back, smacking at Steve’s hands even as Steve breaks out into a grin.

“Don’t even start on that, Rogers,” Tony warns, “That’s entirely different, a few extra glasses in the sink isn’t going to kill you -“

“But I’ve asked you a billion times to do it,” Steve says. “And what was it you said? You should want to do it for me?”

Tony glares.

“I hate you,” he says finally. “You’re such a little shit, you know that, I swear you tricked me into this marriage, I thought I was marrying someone sweet and wholesome and then on our wedding night you came back and turned into this little devil-“

Steve’s grin widens. “Aw, you love it. You’d be bored with anyone else.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick who doesn’t pick up his towels,” Tony says.

“And you’re a dick who doesn’t put his dishes away,” Steve says. “It’s a match made in heaven.”

Tony shakes his head. “Menace.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Steve says, and kisses him.

Things may have changed since they first started dating ten years ago, but this - the warmth of Steve’s slightly chapped lips on his, Steve’s big hands circling Tony’s waist - that hasn’t changed.

You love him, part of Tony’s brain reminds him.

Shut up, he grumbles back.

Re: MCU banter/fluff ficlet

[willidothefandango]

AWW I love it Nasa, thank you so much!
I love this kind of domesticity, where they're so at ease with each other already, so certain that the other loves them, and seeing this kind of banter over the small things hahaha.
I agree with Tony with the wet towels for sure.
But they're so ridiculous and sweet! Tony internally trying to remember that he loves his husband and doesn't want to kill him over the mess is the best thing, Iron Man's biggest foe right now is Captain America's wet towels :D

Thanks again for the fic nasa, it's super cute!

Re: MCU banter/fluff ficlet

[sheron]

This is fantastic. I love the domestics and the argument and the way the chafe a little at the small things (like Steve being able to look away from Tony in a towel) but in the end they are so together in this.

I love him, Tony reminds himself. I am a patient and understanding husband and will talk to him about this like an adult.
Then he decides, nope, fuck it, I’m going in.


Hahaha, isn't it always like that? :)

I loved this little story, all the kudos! ♥