#captain america #iron man #legit something i needed in my life #avengers
They’re both humongous butts, so let’s take this in terms of butts.
#hotrodngold #my fic #avengers
“Violin? Really?” Clint asks from the doorway.
Tony pulls the bow in a quick flourish before turning to look at the archer, one eyebrow raised. “What, you suddenly develop some aversion to bows not associated with arrows?”
“No, I just—”
“Clint, you’re on—oh. That wasn’t in your file,” Natasha says, peering over Clint’s shoulder.
“It wouldn’t be,” Tony says. He turns away, tucks the violin back under his chin and lifts the bow. “I only play it once a year.”
“Wha—” Clint’s cut off by Natasha’s elbow and then Tony’s focused on the music in front of him. When he looks up again, they’re gone and Steve’s taken their place, leaning against the door jamb.
“I met her a couple of times,” Steve says softly when he sees Tony looking at him. “She was…full of fire. This is, what, her ninety-seventh?”
“Ninety-sixth,” Tony corrects and Steve nods.
“I liked that song,” he says. “Play it again?”
Tony manages a small smile before turning back to the music. As the final notes die away, he looks up and Steve’s still there.