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When Steve left to go on a PR tour to promote the new range of Captain America merchandise, he told Tony in no uncertain terms that he would be keeping an eye on him. Tony had solemnly promised that he would behave himself and that of course he could be trusted. Steve didn't really believe him but didn't know what else he could expect from lifetime philanderer Tony Stark.
BREAKING NEWS: TONY STARK SPOTTED IN CENTRAL PARK WITH A HICKEY!!! Perpetual bachelor billionaire Tony Stark was spotted earlier today in Central Park sporting a huge love bite on his neck! Who gave it to him? Watch this space!!!
Steve took a deep breath and closed the laptop. He'd only been gone three days. He wasn't in the least bit surprised that Tony had been fucking around, but he was disheartened that he'd be so blatant about it, getting caught by paparazzi in Central Park of all places. He took out his cellphone, which Tony kept insisting on trying to teach him how to use for comedic effect, even when Steve was more than capable of using a simple piece of technology. He wasn't from the dark ages.
Hi Tony! I'm in Seattle, v. different from how I remember it! How are things in NYC?
Oh sugarbear, it's just not the same without you around! Hurry back! I'm so lonely :-( xoxo
Steve pursed his lips and returned the phone to his bag before heading down to the hotel gym.
The trip was fairly unremarkable in most respects, each city falling into a similar pattern; arrival, photo op, a few TV and newspaper interviews, a cursory look round to see how each place had changed since the last time Steve had seen it.
The only thing that was particularly different from selling war bonds was that everyone seemed to have a camera phone pointed at him. He'd even turned up on a few gossip blogs himself. Tony would be on them every few days, usually doing something incredibly Tonyish, being spotted flying across the sky with half a dozen pizzas, or causing a jam in mid-town by leaving his sports car parked across traffic. Steve checked the blogs every day after he was done shaking hands and smiling for the cameras, going down to the gym afterwards where he could work off some jealous rage if Tony came up.
In Portland, Steve almost broke a treadmill after reading an interview with a man who claimed to have been invited to Tony's private jacuzzi on the roof of Stark Tower. People were skeptical about the very existence of the roof-jacuzzi, which had taken on urban legend status, but Steve knew better.
In Las Vegas, Steve had thrown his phone out of a moving car when he saw a photo of Tony with his arms around a pair of blonde models who also happened to be twins. He had the driver turn around so he could fetch it back.
The last stop of the tour was San Diego Comic-Con, meeting endless costumed fans, one was a woman dressed as a sexy female version of Ironman. Steve had someone take their photo so he could send it to Tony. It reminded Steve of a World's Fair, and he rather enjoyed the endless parade of outfits and booths full of comics and characters he couldn't make head nor tail of. Clint Barton and Thor had flown in to attend too, Clint being mildly into comic books himself and Thor just happy to experience something unusual and Midgardian.
They took part in a panel where fans could ask them questions, and Steve rather enjoyed it, especially when someone gave Clint a toy bow and he'd shot a sucker-tipped arrow directly into the middle of a fan's replica of his shield.
"Next" their PR lady, Gloria, said, pointing out a young man in the crowd.
"What's it like working with Tony Stark? Does he bring back hookups all the time?"
Steve swallowed, brushing off the question. "Oh we don't see much of his guests..."
Clint took up the slack, "Tony's hookups?! Forget about Tony! It's Steve here who's the real ladykiller!" Clapping Steve on the back as the audience went wild, cheering and wolf-whistling while Steve glared at Clint and went beet red.
Thor leaned forward. "What is a hookup?" The crowd went wild once more, laughing hysterically. Even the stoic and time-pressed Gloria cracked a smile.
"Next question." Steve said into the microphone.
Gloria pointed out a girl of about 14, Steve guessed. "Did you guys see that Tony totally hooked up with Johnny Storm last night? Is he gonna join the Avengers?"
Steve suddenly felt like his ears were underwater. Johnny Storm? That cocky asshole that looked like his kid brother? Johnny fucking Storm?
He realised everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to react. "I don't listen to gossip." Steve said, trying to put on his best Captain America face.
The panel wrapped up shortly after that, Steve making as quick an exit as possible to get back to his hotel room to check TMZ.
EXCLUSIVE: TORCH MAN? THE HUMAN IRON? TONY STARK HOOKS UP WITH STEVE ROGERS LOOK-A-LIKE JOHNNY STORM!
At the launch of the new Mario Batali restaurant: SLICE, Iron Man himself was spotted arm in arm with, Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four, sparking rumours of a possible F4/Avengers merger, or perhaps the start of something else...
The article was accompanied by two photos, one of Tony, with his arm around a smirking Johnny Storm, another of them from behind, showing exactly where their hands were. In one anothers' back pockets of all places.
Steve narrowed his eyes and reached for his phone, which, since it was SHIELD issue, was barely scratched from the trip out the car window. As much as he wanted to call Tony, to yell at him, promise him all the things he would do as soon as he got back home, he stopped himself. No. Tony could wait. He would know by now that Steve would have caught wind of this, through the Comic-Con panel if not through the supposedly impossible-for-grandpa-Steve internet. Tony would be expecting a call and Steve refused to give him that satisfaction.
Instead, he typed out a simple text message.
Comic-Con was great! Have you been doing anything exciting?
He left the phone in his room and went down to the gym.
After destroying a few thousand dollars worth of gym equipment, he had eight missed calls, 2 voice mails and 5 text messages. He ignored them all and went to sleep.
The next day, he bade farewell to Gloria and the rest of the PR crew and flew back with Clint and Thor. He stared out of the window for most of the journey, citing a headache as the reason he wasn't in a talkative mood. No one questioned a super soldier having a headache since the look on his face was like thunder.
Thor and Clint amused themselves, playing backgammon and then watching Mulan.
Happy was there to meet them at the airport, driving them back to the tower and filling them in on what little news there was, city-wise. Nothing worthy of the Avengers attentions, really. I wonder about the Fantastic Four, Steve thought, bitterly. Anything for them to do?
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When they got back, Steve went directly to his room, locking the door and unpacking, waiting for Tony to come knocking at his door, glass of scotch in hand, pretending everything was fine and dandy like he always did. After a shower and a change of clothes, Steve laid on his bed and waited for the inevitable knock. Eventually, it came, but it was followed by Bruce's voice, telling him they were about to order thai food and did he want any? Steve said no, he was fine. Bruce lingered for a moment, before padding off down the hallway.
Steve must have drifted off to sleep, waking to the sound of a text message from Tony.
Are you OK big guy? Did you get me a souvenir?
Steve pitched the phone across the room into a corner.
He looked at the clock on the night stand. It was after 2 am. Tony was bound to be in the workshop and everyone else was likely to be either in bed or in one of the lounges on the floor above the apartments. He went downstairs.
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Tony just about jumped out of his skin when he saw Steve's silhouette looming in the doorway.
"Holy shit, Steve! Give a guy a warning! I do have a heart condition, you know!" Steve's only response was to place his hands in his pockets in the most menacing display of nonchalance Tony had ever seen.
"Do you have something you want to tell me, Tony?" He asked, coming into the room and slowly walking around, peering a things like he was on a murderous night time stroll.
"Well! I built these awesome reflector things I wanna show you, and some little grippy things for your boots so you can maybe run up walls, or at least sharp inclines, I'm not sure how useful they'll be but we can work on them. Oh and-"
"Tony." Steve cut him off. "You know what I'm talking about."
"Oh sure!! Hey, I have been like a nun. My balls are so blue they look like they belong in the Fantastic Four!"
Steve stopped wandering round the workshop and slowly turned to face Tony, locking his eyes on his.
"Tony." His voice was like ice. Tony shivered.
"C'mon Cap, baby, you missed me!" He was a few feet from Steve now, arms held out waiting for a hug.
Steve said nothing, just turned slightly away as if to leave, before whipping back around and backhanding Tony across the face, knocking him off-balance and making him stumble onto a nearby work bench, clutching his face.
Steve stood over him for a moment, looking down with an unreadable expression on his face before walking past to sit on one of the stools next to Tony. Wordlessly he reached over and grabbed Tony's arm, yanking him down so he was draped across his knees. Tony half-heartedly struggled, but never struggled much in these situations since Steve was at least twice as strong as he was. He was held there with one arm wedged under his armpit while Steve ran his free hand over Tony's back, brushing across his butt and down the backs of his thighs, sweetly. Too sweetly.
"Do you have anything you want to tell me?" Steve reiterated, fingers splayed over one buttock as he thumbed the waistband of the sweatpants Tony was wearing.
"N- no?" Tony tried.
"Tony. Don't lie to me." His hand was pushing under the elastic of his pants now, the warmth of Steve's hand resting there as much a warning as a comfort.
"I wouldn't- I wouldn't lie to you-" He was cut off by a sudden sharp slap to his ass and his pants being yanked down. Steve's hand was back in place on his now stinging butt cheek.
"You would, Tony. And you have been. Tell me the truth."
"I didn't! I-" Another slap, this time followed by gentle caresses.
"I will spank your ass three times every time you lie to me, Tony."
"I'm not! I sw-" Steve slapped him even harder this time, could feel the heat starting to radiate from Tony's skin, didn't have to look to know that a rosy glow was starting to blossom underneath his hand.
He was getting frustrated.
"Fine! I'm going to spank you for every time you've been unfaithful to me while I was away, since you can't be trusted to even tell me the truth now, bent over my knee like a naughty schoolgirl. Every time you tell me the truth you'll be rewarded with only one slap. Fair?"
Tony flinched as Steve moved his hand, gently caressing his sore skin. Tony nodded slightly.
"Who gave you a hickey, Tony?"
"What? I don't know what-" Three slaps rang out into the cluttered room. Tony squirmed underneath Steve's hands, which tightened. Steve moved the hand from under Tony's armpit up to wrap around the back of Tony's neck, squeezing gently. His other hand went back to caressing the bright red skin on Tony's behind, the soft brushes of his fingertips feeling like sandpaper on the oversensitised skin.
"Did you take anyone to the jacuzzi?"
His hand hovered, ready to strike.
"Y-yes?"
"Well done, Tony!" Steve genuinely sounded pleased. Tony allowed himself a small breath of relief before it was slapped out of him.
"Who was it?"
"S-some guy?"
"And? Did you fuck him? Did you let him fuck you? Did you suck his dick?"
Steve's hand was back to rasping patterns of pain into Tony's backside, light touches that felt like knives.
"He! He- sucked my dick," Tony said, immediately tensing up. Steve waited til he relaxed again before delivering a slap so hard that it knocked the wind out of him again.
"You're a dirty whore, you know that Tony? Filthy." Steve caressed the back of Tony's neck, possessively. "Like a dog in heat or something. Desperate to get fucked. Aren't you?" His fingers were suddenly gripped in Tony's hair, yanking his head up.
"Yes!"
"What are you?"
"A dirty whore, Steve."
Steve let go of Tony's hair, letting his head drop back down, Steve's hand on his neck.
"Tell me about the twins, Tony."
Steve's other hand was caressing Tony's backside again, occasionally dipping down further to brush against his balls.
"I- They- I fucked them!" Tony cried, tensing up once more and waiting for the inevitable slap. It didn't come. But it would. The limbo between confession and slap was torture. Steve just kept brushing his fingertips cruelly over Tony's abused skin.
"Just slap me and get it over with!" Tony blurted out. Steve licked his lips.
"Why Tony?"
"Because! I... I deserve it? You need to punish me for being such a, such a slut!"
"How many times do you need to be slapped?"
Tony paused for too long and Steve was suddenly gripping his balls. Gently, but it was a warning.
"F-five times, Steve."
"Tell me what you did, Tony."
Steve felt Tony swallow under his hand.
"I let a delivery guy give me a hand job and a hickey." He said. He tensed, waiting for the slap, anything to make Steve stop brushing his hands over his red raw skin. Eventually it came, feeling like Steve's hand was covered in pins. When Steve remained silent, Tony realised he was meant to go on.
"I let that guy blow me on the roof!"
"Hmm but I already punished you for that." Steve mused, hand drifting down to Tony's balls again.
"I fucked those twins!" Tony winced. It was almost a relief when Steve slapped him twice in quick succession.
Tony stilled, as if he was done. Steve was silent, his hand lazily tracing patterns.
"And?"
"And, I... I let Johnny Storm... fu-"
The hand on Tony's neck hauled him upwards and over, Tony suddenly finding himself on his back on the floor before being lifted up to a standing position.
"You let Johnny Storm what, Tony?" Steve said, inches from his face, voice rising as he went on. "You let him what?!"
Tony couldn't look Steve in the eye.
"What did you let him do to you while I was away?" Tony's eyes slid in every direction, unable to meet Steve's.
"Look at me you whore!!" Steve bellowed, shaking him. Tony finally met his eyes. They were terrifying.
"Steve it didn't mean anything, it was just-"
"Tell me. What you let him do." Steve's quiet voice was so much scarier than his loud one.
"I let him fuck me." Tony whispered.
Steve let go and Tony fell to the floor.