The Avengers - One with the right partner

The right partner. It was Steve's own concept and something he always longed for. A person who always understand him. Who fit nicely into him while they lay next to each other. Someone who won't laugh at him, but share his ideas.

From these three points, Tony just fulfilled one.

The second one. Thanks to his smaller, softer frame and not so impressive height.

But it was fine. Love wasn't easy and they loved each other deeply.

Sometimes.

Now it was one of these moments Tony truly hated Steve.

"Babe, wake up," Steve repeated into the darkness as he was laying on his side pressing warmth into Tony's side who was flat on the bed, face smashed into the pillow. "Tooonyy.."

"Huh?!" Tony abruptly snapped his head up, blinking sleepily. "What?! What happened?!" he demanded groggily. It was still dark outside so Steve surely had a good reason to wake him up at this ungodly hour.

"Nothing, everything is fine," Steve said softly, nuzzling Tony's warm cheek, who just groaned in response. "You promised me something, remember?"

Tony let out a very long groan, head abruptly falling back into the pillow. "Whyyyy?!" he whined out.

"Why what?"

"Why do you hate meee?" Tony answered miserably.

Steve rolled his eyes. Tony was always up for melodramatics.

"I don't. Come on, it's perfect today, and it is in just a few more minutes," Steve said, getting a little irritated. Tony let out a huff and waved his hand in Steve's direction as trying to shoo him away. Like he was some persistent fly.

Steve narrowed his eyes. He sat on the bed and leaned back, hands moving to the back to support him. "You know.." he started, eyes sliding on Tony's body who was half covered, bare back exposed, his hair all ruffled and curly from sleep, "if you won't get up now, I will just wake you up tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And the day after the day after the tomorrow. And the day after the day after the.. mpf!" a close contact face-pillow cut Steve off.

Tony flopped on his side, just to get away from his boyfriend, tugging his arm under his head to compensate the lack of pillow. "Shut up and go to sleep.." he muttered.

Steve made an outraged face at that. He took the pillow and smacked Tony back, making him yelp in shock. "If you won't get up willingly, I will just roll you in covers and carry you out on my own!" he threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."

Tony groaned again. Why Steve was mean? Okay, maybe he was the one who bugged Steve during the evenings as Tony was usually at his energy peak just after the sunset, but waking up before sunrise wasn't something he ever had done! It was just painful for him. Then he felt Steve slid his hands under him, trying to scoop him up and he yelped again, rolling away, nearly to the edge of the bed.

"Are you getting up?" Steve asked, when brunet turned around and they could look at each other.
"And how do you think?" Tony slightly growled with an angry, sleepy face.
Steve let out an irritated breath. "Fine. Just remember, you made me do it," Steve chided and Tony bugged his eyes out. Before he could protest, soldier already shot hands in his direction, fingers tickling all over bare torso.

"HAHAHA!!" Tony gave a yelped laugh, moving away. Steve just followed not stopping his attack until Tony fell down from the bed. "OW!!"

Steve outstretched on the bed, looking down at him with a bright smile. "Now are you getting up?" he asked cheerfully, eyeing his boyfriend splayed on his back, while his feet still remained on the bed.

Tony took a moment to answer. "Yes.." he groaned out.
Steve hummed and nodded his head. He reached his hand to the back. "Here, wear some underwear, duck butt," Steve dropped the piece of clothing on Tony, as the view was rather distracting.

Tony took the boxers in both hand and outstretched the material, looking at them for a moment. "These are yours," he threw the underwear back, purposely smacking Steve in the face.

After few more whines and some cursing, they were finally where Steve wanted - on the balcony of their floor, looking at the view of the Manhattan Bridge, water and city panorama, waiting for the sunrise.

Because Steve always wanted to watch the sunrise with his right partner.

And so it happened that his right partner was now slumped on his shoulder, trying not to doze off as they were both sitting on the blanket, wrapped in another blanket in the chilly New York morning.

When the sun started to rise and Steve lovingly held Tony closer, it was beautiful.

It was less beautiful when Dummy rolled into the view with a tray with coffee on it for Tony, who obviously placed the order after Steve had kicked him into the bathroom.

But when it turned out that on the same tray was an orange juice for Steve and fresh bagels, cream cheese and different toppings for both of them, and they ate breakfast while looking at the sunrise..

It was beautiful again.

And Steve once again felt that despite the differences between them in practically everything, Tony was his right partner. The one, the only, the most perfect.

And Tony, even as he still grumbled a bit, his nose stuck in the cup with coffee, while he was sipping it slowly, felt the exact same way.