"So you're the new Defense teacher," Tony looks up from his stacks of papers to see someone leaning against his door, "a bit young aren't you?"
Tony shrugs, standing up and flattening out his robes, "Professor McGonagall asked me personally, and well- I couldn't refuse"
"Ah," the stranger says, "you're a former student"
"Were you around for the Great War as they call it?"
Tony thinks of the scars across his back, the limp in his walk, the charred skin on his forearm, "something like that"
"Well," the stranger says, sticking out his arm, "I'm Steve Rogers, the transfiguration teacher. I took over after the Headmistress became well, the Headmistress I suppose"
"Tony Carbonell," he replies, enclasping their hands together, "I suspect I'll be seeing you around"
Steve smiles at him, "I suspect you shall"
As with most things, word spreads about the shiny new Defense teacher
How he's exchanging favours with McGonagall (who is twice his age and gay), how he comes from old money (which isn't strictly false but its bit more complicated), how he stole his powers and charms (how would that even work?) but the biggest of them all, which may be due to the fact that its true, is that he's slytherin
Tony doesn't outright admit to it, he's prideful but not stupid, being slytherin in a post-Voldemort world isn't looked kindly upon; even if you fought for the right side
In all fairness, all his old professors remember him, even if its an adjustment to have him as a colleague instead of a student- so its just the kids who have to come around
The only problem with that is it isn't the faculty that Tony needs to make nice to, its the kids. Which is why he bites back winces and keeps a smile on his face, turning a blind eye to all the spells that "accidentally" come his way and licking his wounds in private
Everyone lost someone in the War, and Tony doesn't begrudge them their anger. (it would be laughably hypocritical if he did)
He's tending to a particularly vicious burn in his office when Steve comes in
"Tony hey I just wan-" despite Tony twisting out of his way, Steve still notices the scar, "what happened?"
Steve is by his side instantly, and Tony hisses when he runs his fingers against the burn gingerly
"I was messing with something I shouldn't have," Tony says, but slytherins aren't rats, "and I got hurt"
"You need to see Poppy that looks really bad Tony," Steve moves to help Tony up but Tony moves away
"Poppy will just want to write it up and I don't want anyone knowing about this," Tony says- running a wet towel over it, "it'll heal on its own. It always does"
"This has happened before?" Steve sounds oddly hurt, which Tony doesn't understand because it isn't like he's the one doing this to Tony
He wave Steve off with his free hand, "It'll be fine Steve stop fretting"
Steve's face is twisted in a pinch, "At least let me help. I picked up some spells hanging around my mom, she was a healer back in Brooklyn"
Tony looks up at Steve from his bent over position, and Steve stares right back- and Tony is relieved that Steve never went to Hogwarts because he would've been one of those bullish gryffindor twats that Tony would've hated
(he doesn't examine why the thought of hating steve makes him so uncomfortable)
Sighing, he moves to make space for Steve, and Steve reacts instantly- bending down so that Tony can rest his forehead on his shoulder while Steve rucks up his shirt and murmers spells
"You know," Steve says after a pointed silence, "this is not exactly how I expected to get your shirt off"
If Tony had any strength, he would've reacted to that
Instead, he just hums against Steve's shoulders, "I guess its true, what they say about americans being incredibly forward"
He feels Steve shrug, "Gets things done faster"
Tony moves so he can look at Steve's face, even though Steve is still intently focusing on his mid-riff
There's a faint blush against his pale skin that Tony decides he quite likes, and absently wonders how far it travels
"Is that what you came to ask me when I was licking my wounds in private? If you could see my midrib?"
So the blush gets darker, interesting
"No I planned on asking you that after plying you with wine like a proper yankee," and Tony chuckles forgetting that he's injured
He sags against Steve slightly, the pain shooting across his entire body; and Steve runs his hand against Tony's back and soothes him
"I would've said yes," Tony rasps, when the pain subsides, "burn against my stomach aside; if you'd asked me I would've said yes"
Steve shifts and looks at Tony with a singular focus that takes Tony's breath away, "well then, all that's left to do is ask"