The Avengers - One with the puppy eyes

If there was a thing Steve simultaneously loved and hated in Tony, it was his devotion to work. Many nights already he had scooped the sleeping genius up from his desk, prying a screwdriver from his hand, to carry him to their floor to get some proper rest, as Tony firmly (more like rudely) declined going to bed before finishing his work. It was admirable, but also disturbing. And sometimes even a bit creepy, when Tony got into crazy scientist mode with eyes circled and red from the lack of sleep, hair standing in every angle and maniac cackling echoing through the workshop. Yes, Steve saw "Frankenstein".

Steve was going through his boyfriend workshop, gently running his hand along the numerous counters, stretching for the whole length of the room. He admired all the small, precise mechanism Tony had constructed during the long hours he had spent in the workshop. Steve was a bit intimidated by the all high tech, only looking, not touching. But the part he really liked were all the blueprints. Very often, Tony put all the data in the computer and then created a plan, by sliding different blocks on holographic projections. But sometimes, he chose a big piece of paper and took the whole surface of the table, ten different rulers and ten different colored markers and started to make the plan by hand, drawing many lines, squares, circles, all shapes, everything described in Tony's angular print. Steve loved to watch Tony while doing that, it was almost like if he was creating art. Such plans took a lot more time than the digital ones, but they were a marvel to look at. Tony totally didn't get Steve's fascination with them, but it wasn't the first thing he and Steve saw differently.

Steve's hand stopped at one of the counters, the one with a handmade plan stretched all over the surface, held by some manuals in the upper corners, preventing it to roll together and also cluttered with all sorts of things. Steve looked to the back, seeing that Tony was in his own world, busy while fixing his Iron Man helmet.

Steve felt his hands itch. He really, really wanted to see the plan. Tony's handmade plans resembled paintings, and while Tony saw what he was projecting, Steve saw art. He reached his hand to touch the paper. He felt the uneven surface as Tony was varying his pressure while sketching. So far so good. He gently moved some stuff to better see the colorful lines and the plan burst with bright colors. Steve decided to just gently slide things, showing more and more of the plan, not moving it away to not attract Tony's attention. But when he pushed away a book, the book pushed away a wrench, which knocked into a cup, making it fall and spilling it contents over the plan. Steve watched in terror as a big part of the project quickly absorbed the cold coffee, becoming blurry and smudged.

"What was that?"

Steve quickie rushed to the side to shield the ruined part of the plan. He turned around to face his boyfriend. "Nothing!"

Tony had stopped his work, piercing through the soldier. He already recognized that nervous jumping. It didn't happen very often, but Tony was able to tell when Steve screwed up.

"Steve.." he started slowly, pulling off his safety gloves and taking off goggles, "what did you do?" he asked, walking closer to see for himself.

Steve didn't answer. He didn't protest when Tony pushed him aside. But he did wince when Tony's brown eyes widened at the sight. The precious plan he had spent long hours working on was ruined .

"STEVE!" Tony yelled, making the bigger man cringe. "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my stuff?!" he kept yelling. Steve took a step back, startled by the outburst, and Tony kept ranting, advancing on the soldier, until Steve bumped into the couch, falling on it. "Do you have any idea how much time I spent on that?! No, of course you don't! Just.. I said so many times that you're not allowed to.."

And Tony kept yelling, pacing around and Steve knew that it would take a while. Unless..

Slowly, Steve moved his hand to his collar, unbuttoning the first button of his shirt.

Tony didn't notice and kept ranting, gesticulating.

Second button.

Third button.

When Tony finally made eye contact with Steve, his voice got stuck.

Tony never had a dog, but he was sure that if he had a one, it would look exactly the same after chewing his boots as Steve looked now.

At some point of Tony's yelling, Steve slid down the couch and lay on his side, he moved his hands closer to his face and kept them in a dog like manner, staring at Tony with big blue eyes and an exaggerated sad face. It would be perfectly innocent, if it wasn't for the fact that Steve's shirt was wide open, showing muscled chest and perfect abs.

Tony was torn between cooing, and taking Steve right here, right now.

With a long, huffing breath, Tony slid his palm over his face. He won't drop the topic, Steve ruined something he worked really hard at..

"I'm sowwy," Steve meeped out, sliding more down the couch, exposing more of his torso as a dog demanding belly rubs. Tony made a mistake and glanced at him, noticing a quivering lip.

"Stop thaaaat.." Tony groaned, his anger subsiding.

Steve began to whimper, changing his sorry expression into adorable smile, feeling that he had his boyfriend just where he wanted. Tony gulped, no anger in him any longer, just a burning desire to touch that silky skin and ripping pectorals. Steve saw his chance and surged up, taking Tony's hand and pulling him to himself and on the couch.

***

"What just happened?" Tony asked after 10 minutes, out of breath and totally naked.

"Shhh," Steve shushed him, his face smushed into Tony's warm neck as he was on top of the brunet, breathing calmly and with light scratches on the pale skin of his back, which already were healing.

Tony rubbed his forehead.

How did Steve..

Deciding that ultimately it didn't matter, Tony shrugged, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.

Until they both decided that the lab was too cold to be naked in it.

They had two options - either get dressed or get warm again by a shared activity.

Guess what they chose.