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Tony Stark couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he a genius, billionaire and philanthropist, but he was also the boyfriend of Captain America. How he scored that, even he didn't know. It's not public knowledge (yet) but Tony didn't mind. Then again, nobody even knew Captain America was alive.
It was days like these that made Tony reflect on his good fortunes in life. Today was a rare day when Steve wasn't required at SHIELD so they could lie in bed. The past few days had been hard on him, due to dealing with the kidnapping of a major government official and attempting to shut down HYDRA bases in the South of Italy. By the time Steve had returned to America where Tony had waited at the Airfield to greet his lover, he was fast asleep and was carried to Stark Tower.
Even after 13 hours of sleep, Steve still snored gently which amused Tony to no end. Tony had already woken when the Captain had draped his weary arms over Tony’s small chest, rising him out of sleep. Trapped, all Tony could do was gaze adoringly at the innocent beauty of his boyfriend, at his rose pink lips that worked wonders on Tony, on the eyelids that hid bright blue eyes that seduced and hypnotised all that looked at them and the blonde hair without its usual tidiness, looking ruffled and messed up.
However, the admiration and sleep could only last for so long, until a deafening alarm sounded, make Tony jerk and Steve rise almost immediately out of his peaceful slumber.
“Captain” the sound of Tony’s AI Butler, JARVIS, sounded in the bedroom “Director Fury requires your presence at SHIELD headquarters immediately as they have just received news of a possible attack”
Before JARVIS could finish speaking, Steve had flown back the covers of their bed and had rushed to the wardrobe where his spare Navy suit was. Since the revival (that's what they call it, which is a bit stupid in Tony’s very humble opinion), SHIELD (and by SHIELD, they mean Fury) decided to keep the discovery a secret from the public. Since then, Steve had been going on missions in secret, the only homage to his true identity (apart from the shield) being the white star on his navy suit.
As soon as Steve had slipped on the suit in haste, he grabbed for his shield in the black bag and threw it onto his back. He was about to run downstairs to the garage to his faithful motorbike, but he quickly ran to the bed and kissed Tony.
“Be good Tony, hopefully this possible attack will be as nonexistent as the last one” Steve said while smiling before exiting through the door
Tony smiled knowingly as he wasn't supposed to know about Steve’s missions but he did anyway. He looked out of the window, and clicked in his earpiece, which automatically connected to Steve’s identical earpiece.
“Steve honey” Tony drawled
“Tony darling” Steve retorted, barely audible over the roar of the New York traffic
Tony looked to the wardrobe, where the tracking device Tony had created to keep a track of Steve’s location, lay in the corner in the shadow of some spare boots
“Your shield has lost a certain something”
“Oh, you mean the tracking device there so my billionaire boyfriend could keep an eye on me? Yeah, I deactivated it when I returned home” Steve managed to respond while grunting, muttering something about New York traffic being awful
“When you say it like that, it just sounds wrong and hurtful”
“That's the point Tony, I'm not a dog that needs microchipped, I can take care of myself”
“I'm trying to look out for you! What if you go missing? What if you need help?”
“Then that's SHIELD’s problem and not yours. Tony, I may be old, but I'm not going senile”
Steve’s last comment made Tony chuckle as he began to walk to his workshop on the floor below
“You? Old? Senile?” Tony said in a shocked tone “you're barely 25. I'm practically robbing from the cradle”
The only response from Steve was a snort
“I know you class yourself as 104 or 90 or something like that, but your body hasn't aged in the ice. So you shouldn't really count yourself as that old. Why can't I help Steve? You know I have the genius and tech to be able to?”
“Tony, I don't want you hurt. And I'm capable of completing missions without help”
“You, of all people, are worried about me being hurt? You are the one going on suicidal solo missions that make me wonder whether you'll come home or not. And believe it or not, I am capable of taking care of myself”
Steve retorted with a sharp laugh
“Tony, I mean no offence, but the best you've had is training from Happy”
“So?”
“So?! Tony, there are people out there that can kill with you in the blink of an eye. Trust me, I've met them. You wouldn't stand a chance against them, I only just escaped with my life”
“Steve, I have that training but remember, I've been begging you to train me. I think you won't do it just because then it gives me the chance to fight alongside you”
“I won't do it because I don't want to see you hurt”
By this point, Tony was furiously typing the code to access the workshop and walked in, before slamming his StarkPad on the desk.
“You think I want to see you hurt?! You think I'm happy with seeing you return from missions with broken bones, concussions and the news that you have 5 hours of rest before returning. I hate it Steve, I hate it! There is nobody out there helping you, but I want to help you! Why can't you let me help you?” Tony said, his voice raising until he was shouting by the end
“I cannot let anyone else get hurt” Steve said quietly
“Please Steve, let me help” Tony begged, his voice quietened
“I cannot let anyone else I love get hurt” and with that last mysterious statement, Steve switched off his earpiece.
Tony took out the earpiece and threw it at the wall, but it only bounced off and thudded on the ground. Tony could help, if only Steve would let him he thought. Tony’s gaze turned to his latest project in the corner, his answer to all his recent troubles. He wanted to help, but was not like the super soldier and didn't have his super strength or agility. What about a super suit? The silver gloves and boots, awaiting paint, had already proved a success. Tony had utilised his arc reactor technology inherited from his father to power his gold-titanium alloy suit with brilliant results, all that was needed was final testing and Steve’s approval.
Thud.
What was that?
Thud. Thud.
“JARVIS!?”
THUD. THUD. THUD.
“It appears that the possible attack Director Fury warned Captain Rogers of is not only real but it appears that Stark Tower is the prime target, not SHIELD” JARVIS informed Tony
Of course.
“JARVIS, initiate lockdown on the penthouse, start the evacuation of lower floors and call Steve on the emergency line. If you can't reach him, call SHIELD”
“Yes sir”
Wait. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for the final test…
“Wait JARVIS”
“Sir?”
Tony grinned as he said “before you attempt to call Steve, wake up the bots and tell them to help me get this suit on”
“Is that really advisable sir?”
“Oh yes. Now do it”
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When Steve had arrived at SHIELD headquarters, he walked straight into the meeting room where Fury, Hill and Coulson were waiting for him.
“Sirs, Madam” Steve greeted
Fury looked at Steve momentarily before beginning to talk
“We have received Intel from our sources that there will be an attack on a prominent place in New York, but we don't know where. Our job will be to send agents to every possible important location to look for anything suspicious. We also do not know when it will happen, but we do know-“ Fury was interrupted by a loud ringing noise
“Why are we hearing this Hill?” Fury said loudly
“Apparently it's important, has something to do with Stark”
“Of course it does, Rogers, you really do need to get that boy of yours in check” Fury complained
The call was connected and immediately there were sounds of gunshots and wait was that lasers firing?
“Tony?” Steve asked
There was no response
“TONY” Steve shouted after another gunshot and a grunt
“Steve, I've got good news and bad news”
“Tony, please tell me what's happening, I'm worried” Captain America, the immortal super soldier, had turned into Steve Rogers, the anxious boyfriend, almost instantly
“Stark. Always lovely to hear from you”
“Likewise one-eye. Anyway Steve, good news is that the “possible” attack in New York is actually happening”
“And Stark?”
“The bad news is that it's happening now and I'm the target”
Fury immediately turned around from the map to look at the Captain, but there was only an empty place.
“Goddamn Stark. He messes up everything, even without knowing it”