Steve rounds the corner to the basement lab, Ruben and pickle on a plate in one hand and a tall glass of raspberry-kiwi iced tea in the other and pauses at the sharp bang. He starts walking faster, fighting a jog as Tony’s voice spits out a string of explitives, then:
"I don’t even goddamn know, JARVIS. It all made fucking sense: Pepper and Iron Man and the Team, and I’d perpose and SI would get a year where Iron Man had no impact on stocks—and the next thing I know, me and Pep aren’t working, and the Malibu house is trashed and it’s like the thing with Vanko again, only this time my life nearly is trashed and I have no fucking clue what to do with that, and then Steve goddamn Rogers and his stupid hair and his spangly smiles and—”
"And here I am, on a Saturday night, moaning over a guy who probably doesn’t even realize the laws of physics allow two dicks to be that close to each other, while my ex-girlfriend, ex-assistant makes out with my very stunningly deadly teammate.”
Another loud clank—metal on metal—and the sound of something breakable shattering.
"I don’t even know, anymore, JARVIS."#maeglinhiei #ask! #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #SUPERHUSBANDS #Captain America #Iron Man #terry also writes shit