forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Tony nodded a little. "Yeah, and I get that. I'm just saying that there's going to be shit hitting the fan."

Steve nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Mhm," He sighed, "But we're not announcing anything. Were not going to; not for a while. So..we'll burn that bridge when we get to it."

Tony nodded, then frowned. "The phrase is "cross that bridge", not burn it." He replied slowly, shaking his head at Steve.

Steve shrugged, waving his hand dismissively. "It's a mixed metaphor," He chuckled, "But more importantly– the rest of the party go okay?"

"Alright, alright. And yeah, the party went pretty well. I talked to a few reporters about Bucky, and they mostly had a decent report. They kinda thought he seemed a bit standoffish, but not…you know, a monster, which is good." Tony replied.

Steve nodded, "Good. That's– good," He said with a cautious smile as he took in his words, "Seeing that I had to shoo away a few, I think that's a win in my book."

Tony smiled a little bit. "Yeah. I mean…we'll see how they spin it, but it should at least be decent."

"Decent," Steve agreed with a nod, knowing well that 'decent' wouldn't have been good enough for his liking an hour ago, "Sure. Decent should work."

Tony smiled again. "Yeah. And we just need to be really careful about his media appearances, that's all." he replied.

"Yeah," Steve nodded, sighing as he rubbed his eyes, "Appearances. That's what it's all about."

"Yeah. Now go get some sleep, lover boy." he stepped away, smiling a little bit. "We can talk some more in the morning."

"Hmph, whatever," Steve grinned to himself, shyly looking down at the thought of feeling the same giddiness the next day. He sighed, turning towards his door. "G'night, Tony," He smiled, waving in a lighthearted salute.

"Good night." Tony replied, turning to head upstairs to his own room, a faint smile on his face.

Steve didn't bother with switching on the main lights of his room; the light from the lamp he'd left on was enough for him to change out of his suit and get ready for bed, all while he smiled to himself, repeating the conversation of the balcony again and again.

Bucky eventually headed in to bed, curling up in the nest of blankets he still had on the floor. He had changed into his pajamas, letting his hair down, and fell asleep rather quickly.

Steve woke up far earlier then he would've liked, blinking at the digital clock that told him it was a little after five. A run seemed like a fair thing to pass the time, so he silently got dressed, taking one of the little origami birds littered around his room and writing a note for Bucky in case he woke up; 'Gone for a run. Training for our 'race' ;) Be back in a bit.' He peeped his head into Bucky's room, smiling when he saw him curled up in his little nest of blankets and setting down the note nearby before heading out for his run.

Bucky kept sleeping, not waking up when Steve opened the door to set the note inside. He woke up after about thirty minutes, sitting up and rubbing his face, his eyes flashing around the room. Getting up and getting dressed, he found the note and read it. A faint laugh left his mouth, a little smile pulling at his lips.

Steve ran around Central Park until the sun came up and the number of early-morning joggers grew. He circled the block around Stark Tower before heading into the now-busy lobby with a few baffled looks his way. He moved through his room, peeling off his clothes and throwing them in the hamper before hopping into the shower.

Bucky headed into the kitchen, and started some coffee. He considered making breakfast, but had absolutely zero knowledge of how to work the stove, so decided against it.

(Former Soviet Assasin Burns Down Stark Tower In Attempt to Make Breakfast)

Steve finished getting ready, slipping on a plain white tee and some comfortable jeans before heading down to the kitchen, his hair still damp as he caught sight of Bucky. He smiled shyly, recalling their last conversation. "Morning," He greeted, affectionately touching his waist as he moved behind him to reach for a mug.

(Tony Stark Furious)

Bucky gave him a quick smile as he poured himself some coffee. "Morning." he replied. He blinked at the touch to his waist, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Steve poured himself some coffee after Bucky, his hands moving in a practiced routine of adding sugar and cream. "Sleep okay?" He prompted, leaning back against the counter as he took a sip of his drink.

Bucky nodded a little bit. "Yeah." he replied, looking over at Steve. "You?" he brushed back some hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear.