This entire night had been a mix of emotions for him. There was the pain of having the eyes installed, the rush of happiness when he could see again, his longing and need for Steve, and now on top of this was a nervousness about going out dancing with him. At least he wasn’t worried about people freaking out about seeing two men dancing in public. He was worried about himself, notorious ladykiller, being seen with a man in public. Surely someone would tell the papers and it would be all out. Better that than his wedding announcement, he supposed, but that would have to get out as well. Really, he’d much rather keep his relationship, friendship, whatever this was, with Steve out of the press.
But, really, it wasn’t like the paparazzi would be at a swing dancing club.
Trying to push most of his emotions out of his mind, he stood in front of his closet deciding what to wear. It’d have to be loose enough for swing, but nothing too cheesy, but nothing too fancy. Or maybe it should be fancy. He had pretty much asked Steve out on a date and wanted to look nice. Eventually, he picked a nice pair of dark slacks and a maroon dress up shirt with a pair of comfortable black dress shoes. After checking his hair, he stepped outside his bedroom to see if Steve was ready.
Steve stood in his room in front of the mirror, a blue dress shirt half buttoned holding up a tie, shaking his head, tossing it over the back of the chair, grabbing a new tie, repeat. After a few minutes of aggravation, he finally tossed the final tie over the chair, and worked on buttoning his shirt the rest of the way. He would just go without a tie.
He was really nervous, probably too nervous, about the whole ordeal. It had been a stressful last forty eight hours, and now he was practically going on a date with Tony. No, he was going on a date with Tony. If that in itself wasn’t scary enough, he hadn’t been on a date in over seventy years, and dancing even longer than that. He could tell Tony was nervous too, but it did little to reassure him.
He flattened out his black pants, slipped his feet into some dark shoes and then took one last look in the mirror to fix his part. He tried to give himself an encouraging smile. Everything is going to be fine.
Leaning on the door frame of Steve’s room, he knocked on the door. “I didn’t think it’d take you long to get dressed,” he teased seeing all the discarded ties. “You’re looking good, though. Great, actually.” Pushing himself off the frame, he walked a little further into Steve’s room. “Really great.” He couldn’t help himself. Grinning, he walked up to Steve and kissed him softly.
Steve could taste the mint on Tony’s breath, he must have just brushed his teeth. He savored the moment, and when they parted, he smiled. ”You’re looking pretty fantastic yourself, Tony. You ready?” He gently took the other’s hand and the two walked towards the garage where the cars were kept. Steve could feel the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.
A rush of giddiness came over him the moment their hands touched. He’d completely forgotten the feeling of having a new crush. The last time he had felt this way was when he met Pepper, but that was ages ago. “Do you want to drive?” He asked with a grin. “Maybe something a bit more on the modern side?”
This entire night had been a mix of emotions for him. There was the pain of having the eyes installed, the rush of happiness when he could see again, his longing and need for Steve, and now on top of this was a nervousness about going out dancing with him. At least he wasn’t worried about people freaking out about seeing two men dancing in public. He was worried about himself, notorious ladykiller, being seen with a man in public. Surely someone would tell the papers and it would be all out. Better that than his wedding announcement, he supposed, but that would have to get out as well. Really, he’d much rather keep his relationship, friendship, whatever this was, with Steve out of the press.
But, really, it wasn’t like the paparazzi would be at a swing dancing club.
Trying to push most of his emotions out of his mind, he stood in front of his closet deciding what to wear. It’d have to be loose enough for swing, but nothing too cheesy, but nothing too fancy. Or maybe it should be fancy. He had pretty much asked Steve out on a date and wanted to look nice. Eventually, he picked a nice pair of dark slacks and a maroon dress up shirt with a pair of comfortable black dress shoes. After checking his hair, he stepped outside his bedroom to see if Steve was ready.
Steve stood in his room in front of the mirror, a blue dress shirt half buttoned holding up a tie, shaking his head, tossing it over the back of the chair, grabbing a new tie, repeat. After a few minutes of aggravation, he finally tossed the final tie over the chair, and worked on buttoning his shirt the rest of the way. He would just go without a tie.
He was really nervous, probably too nervous, about the whole ordeal. It had been a stressful last forty eight hours, and now he was practically going on a date with Tony. No, he was going on a date with Tony. If that in itself wasn’t scary enough, he hadn’t been on a date in over seventy years, and dancing even longer than that. He could tell Tony was nervous too, but it did little to reassure him.
He flattened out his black pants, slipped his feet into some dark shoes and then took one last look in the mirror to fix his part. He tried to give himself an encouraging smile. Everything is going to be fine.
Leaning on the door frame of Steve’s room, he knocked on the door. “I didn’t think it’d take you long to get dressed,” he teased seeing all the discarded tie. “You’re looking good, though. Great, actually.” Pushing himself off the frame, he walked a little further into Steve’s room. “Really great.” He couldn’t help himself. Grinning, he walked up to Steve and kissed him softly.
This entire night had been a mix of emotions for him. There was the pain of having the eyes installed, the rush of happiness when he could see again, his longing and need for Steve, and now on top of this was a nervousness about going out dancing with him. At least he wasn’t worried about people freaking out about seeing two men dancing in public. He was worried about himself, notorious ladykiller, being seen with a man in public. Surely someone would tell the papers and it would be all out. Better that than his wedding announcement, he supposed, but that would have to get out as well. Really, he’d much rather keep his relationship, friendship, whatever this was, with Steve out of the press.
But, really, it wasn’t like the paparazzi would be at a swing dancing club.
Trying to push most of his emotions out of his mind, he stood in front of his closet deciding what to wear. It’d have to be loose enough for swing, but nothing too cheesy, but nothing too fancy. Or maybe it should be fancy. He had pretty much asked Steve out on a date and wanted to look nice. Eventually, he picked a nice pair of dark slacks and a maroon dress up shirt with a pair of comfortable black dress shoes. After checking his hair, he stepped outside his bedroom to see if Steve was ready.
“I didn’t no, but you do have some cookies, you want to take some in the living room, we can watch TV or something?” Steve wasn’t sure what to do now, but he didn’t really care. He was just happy to be with Tony, both of them in one piece, and Tony being able to see again. It had hurt to watch Tony struggling like that, especially with how independent he always insisted on being. But that was over now. And he was even pretty sure that Tony had learned some sort of lesson about fucking with deities for once.
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you want to do, Stevie. Though I don’t think there’s anything good on right now. Unless you want to see what kind of trash is on TV now.” Personally, he’d much rather take Steve into the bedroom and see where dessert went from there, but he knew the man was much too old fashion for something like that.
“I guess not, I watched the news a bit earlier today, I felt like my brain was melting a little. Do you have any suggestions?” Steve felt like his ideas were always a little silly to Tony, but these were different times. He didn’t quite fit in. No one went dancing anymore. No one went out with their friends to play baseball or football. Hell, even eating at home was a rarity, as Tony’s kitchen so painfully reflected.
He ruffled up his hair, feeling a bit nervous. “Well, uhm, it’s not really something people do nowadays, but, if you wanted, we could go out dancing.” God, he felt so silly asking him that. But it wasn’t from the fact he suggested they go dancing, he’d suggested that to other partners as well. It was the fact he was asking Steve, the fact he felt like he was back in middle school asking a girl.
“Uhh…dancing?” Something terrible and fantastic happened in Steve’s stomach at the same time. Tony was asking him to go dancing. It was great of course, amazing or fantastic even, and he he really wanted to go, but then again, he had never actually gotten a hang on dancing. What if he stepped on the other’s foot, or just made a general ass of himself? No. He wouldn’t he was going to get the hang of it, and it was going to be a lovely time. He’d make sure of it. ”That sounds really nice, Tony. I’d like that.”
The uh made him panic a bit. He didn’t want Steve to say no. It didn’t matter to him how bad or great of a dancer he was. It didn’t matter if he stepped on his feet or tripped a lot. All that mattered was that they spent time together doing something Steve liked. Not that Tony didn’t like dancing, he loved it, he had just never been out dancing with a guy before. When Steve said it sounded nice, his face lit up with a smile. “Alright. There’s a place for swing dancing near here. I’m not the greatest at swing, but I find it fun.”
“I didn’t no, but you do have some cookies, you want to take some in the living room, we can watch TV or something?” Steve wasn’t sure what to do now, but he didn’t really care. He was just happy to be with Tony, both of them in one piece, and Tony being able to see again. It had hurt to watch Tony struggling like that, especially with how independent he always insisted on being. But that was over now. And he was even pretty sure that Tony had learned some sort of lesson about fucking with deities for once.
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you want to do, Stevie. Though I don’t think there’s anything good on right now. Unless you want to see what kind of trash is on TV now.” Personally, he’d much rather take Steve into the bedroom and see where dessert went from there, but he knew the man was much too old fashion for something like that.
“I guess not, I watched the news a bit earlier today, I felt like my brain was melting a little. Do you have any suggestions?” Steve felt like his ideas were always a little silly to Tony, but these were different times. He didn’t quite fit in. No one went dancing anymore. No one went out with their friends to play baseball or football. Hell, even eating at home was a rarity, as Tony’s kitchen so painfully reflected.
He ruffled up his hair, feeling a bit nervous. “Well, uhm, it’s not really something people do nowadays, but, if you wanted, we could go out dancing.” God, he felt so silly asking him that. But it wasn’t from the fact he suggested they go dancing, he’d suggested that to other partners as well. It was the fact he was asking Steve, the fact he felt like he was back in middle school asking a girl.
Steve grinned when Tony pulled the chair out for him. “I was designed to be the perfect soldier, I guess my personality was all but perfect before.” He waited for Tony to take his first bite, to gauge his reaction. “Of course I didn’t have to! I wanted to though. You’ve done so much, and been through so much lately, it was the least I could do.”
“Trust me, just being able to see you again is the best thing to get after all of this. And I get to see Pepper again too.” With that, he grabbed his fork and dug into the pasta dish. It felt like his mouth was going to have an orgasm just from a single bite it was so good. He hadn’t had pasta like this in, well, never. “Goddamn, Steve. Everything about you is perfect.”
“I’m glad they worked out alright for you. It’s nice to be able to look you in the eyes again, without feeling nauseated.” He just sat and watched Tony dive into the food for a moment or two. He must have been starving himself down there, just so he could get these eyes done in time. “Do you know when Pepper will be home? I’ve made her some too, and left it in the fridge.”
He shook his head before swallowing his food. “No, ‘fraid not. She’s been busy with wedding planning and all that.” A guilty feeling curled up inside of his stomach at the mention of the wedding. They’d only talked about it a few times, the open relationship thing, but he didn’t even know the ground rules or anything. Though, really, he was sure that Pepper’d be fine with them kissing. And having dinner. And…other things.
“Okay, well she can heat it up whenever she wants, it should heat up fine.” Steve wasn’t sure at first whether or not to make her dinner, but in the end decided it couldn’t hurt, and besides, any friend, or more-than-friend of Tony’s was a friend of his. As he began to eat, Steve surprised himself with how well he could cook, especially after not having done so for seventy years. Like riding a bike, he supposed. You never really forget how.
Tony cleared his throat and took a sip of wine. “So, uh, did you make any dessert?” Not that he really cared if he did. He just didn’t know what to say to Steve, what to talk about right now. Honestly, he was just flustered and didn’t really want to think about his emotions.
“I didn’t no, but you do have some cookies, you want to take some in the living room, we can watch TV or something?” Steve wasn’t sure what to do now, but he didn’t really care. He was just happy to be with Tony, both of them in one piece, and Tony being able to see again. It had hurt to watch Tony struggling like that, especially with how independent he always insisted on being. But that was over now. And he was even pretty sure that Tony had learned some sort of lesson about fucking with deities for once.
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you want to do, Stevie. Though I don’t think there’s anything good on right now. Unless you want to see what kind of trash is on TV now.” Personally, he’d much rather take Steve into the bedroom and see where dessert went from there, but he knew the man was much too old fashion for something like that.
Steve grinned when Tony pulled the chair out for him. “I was designed to be the perfect soldier, I guess my personality was all but perfect before.” He waited for Tony to take his first bite, to gauge his reaction. “Of course I didn’t have to! I wanted to though. You’ve done so much, and been through so much lately, it was the least I could do.”
“Trust me, just being able to see you again is the best thing to get after all of this. And I get to see Pepper again too.” With that, he grabbed his fork and dug into the pasta dish. It felt like his mouth was going to have an orgasm just from a single bite it was so good. He hadn’t had pasta like this in, well, never. “Goddamn, Steve. Everything about you is perfect.”
“I’m glad they worked out alright for you. It’s nice to be able to look you in the eyes again, without feeling nauseated.” He just sat and watched Tony dive into the food for a moment or two. He must have been starving himself down there, just so he could get these eyes done in time. “Do you know when Pepper will be home? I’ve made her some too, and left it in the fridge.”
He shook his head before swallowing his food. “No, ‘fraid not. She’s been busy with wedding planning and all that.” A guilty feeling curled up inside of his stomach at the mention of the wedding. They’d only talked about it a few times, the open relationship thing, but he didn’t even know the ground rules or anything. Though, really, he was sure that Pepper’d be fine with them kissing. And having dinner. And…other things.
“Okay, well she can heat it up whenever she wants, it should heat up fine.” Steve wasn’t sure at first whether or not to make her dinner, but in the end decided it couldn’t hurt, and besides, any friend, or more-than-friend of Tony’s was a friend of his. As he began to eat, Steve surprised himself with how well he could cook, especially after not having done so for seventy years. Like riding a bike, he supposed. You never really forget how.
Tony cleared his throat and took a sip of wine. “So, uh, did you make any dessert?” Not that he really cared if he did. He just didn’t know what to say to Steve, what to talk about right now. Honestly, he was just flustered and didn’t really want to think about his emotions.
Thor could not contain himself as he opened the tinted doors to the place he’d taken Loki.
“See?” he said proudly, holding the door ajar until Loki reluctantly accepted his chivalry. “You doubted me, Loki!”
They entered a dim-lit, smoky lounge that smelled of coffee, tea, and the smoke of the hookahs set at each of the onyx dinner tables. Loki favored quiet and dark areas like this, and when Thor had happened upon it in one of his (frowned upon) visits to Midgard, he knew he would have to bring his brother.
Loki gives him a sneer as he walks past him into the lobby of the bar. But once inside his eyebrows raise in curiosity as he looks around and is actually pleased by the atmosphere.
“And where did you find this place, brother? I know this is not normally a place you would go.”
He walks to a table and takes a seat, waiting for Thor to join him. “Come now, Thor, you brought me here. Why do you hesitate?” Once his brother joins him at his table he begins to look through the different flavors of tobacco they offered. “Quite the extensive collection they have.”
Shortly after his eyes had been ripped out of his head, Agent Coulson dropped by for a first and Tony told him everything. At least, he assumed that’s why the agent showed up. This Loki was twisted, sick, cruel. As much as he would want to protect both of the gods that came down here, he had to protect his planet first. As noble as that sounded, his efforts to protect it mainly extended to telling S.H.I.E.L.D about things and saving his own life, along with those that he loved. And so, even with this small hint of the Odinson brothers, he felt that someone needed to know. He just hoped he didn’t get murdered in the process.
“Yeah, Fury? It’s Tony.” He was in his car rushing back home, wanting to secure it just in case. Though, really, he figured the two were probably up to a harmless visit, but he still couldn’t help but be paranoid. The last times Loki was here, it brought damage and fear to Stark. “Thor and Loki might be here.”
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Ugh. Sorry about that everyone.
Thor smiled at his brother, who followed dutifully (albeit begrudgingly) at his side. He had yet to tell Loki where he was taking them, hoping his surprise would ultimately please his brother and make him forget that Thor had forgotten the location of their destination.
“Cheer up brother!” Thor laughed, trying not to grin too widely at Loki, who was clutching his Midgardian suit coat around his frame in frustration. “We shall arrive soon and I am sure you will be most pleased.”
Loki rolls his eyes at Thor’s grin plastered on his face. “Why are we here, Thor? You know I am not particularly fond of Midgard. …Or their clothing, much too thin.” Thor continues to walk on at a hefty pace, obviously excited over whatever he had in mind.
“Brother, you know I am not going to “cheer up”. You would have to do something spectacular to make me pleased in this realm. And we have been walking around for hours, do you know where you are going?”
Today was a day Tony just had to get out of the house. Pepper was going crazy with wedding planning, Steve was being, well, Steve and Tony just needed some him time. Though, instead of his usual afternoon strip joint or bar, he decided to go the nearest Starbucks. At least here, no one would interrupt him. As long as he kept buying coffee and something to munch on, he could hide in the back corner with his baseball cap on, keeping his eyes hidden, as he worked on the design for a better pair of eyes. Course, sitting here in Starbucks also provided him with the latest gossip which was the second best background noise.
When two girls, probably in their late teens or early twenties, he perked up a bit. They looked rater excited, as if they had just run into a celebrity. Curious, he kept an eye on them, watching as they sat near after they ordered. He could only catch a few words, but they were enough to alarm him.
“Yeah, that blonde haired guy looked so muscular. I wonder if he surfs?”
The friend shrugged her shoulder. “I dunno, wouldn’t be surprised. This is California. But that skinny thing he was with, the one with the black hair? Looked so sullen.”
Tony shut his laptop and left behind his half finished doughnut, getting out of there quickly. He had to tell S.H.I.E.L.D they were here.
