Currently, the Avengers were lounging around the living room of Avengers Mansion. They had just gotten out of a battle on the outskirts of the city. It hadn't been a particularly hard fight, but it had been early when they'd gotten the call. Steve and Bruce had been the only ones awake. Clint had whined the whole way to the area where the generic bio-engineered monster had been, and complained quite a bit during the fight until Natasha threatened him with violence if he didn't shut the hell up.
After the fight, everyone had been too hyped up on adrenaline to go back to bed. So here they were, all sprawled around the living room, exhausted. Bruce sat in the corner reading. Thor surfed the channels on the giant flat-screen TV. Natasha was curled up in an armchair, staring at the TV with little interest. Clint, Steve, and Tony were all reclining on the couch, Steve and Tony sipping at strong coffee, while Clint had managed to doze off.
Tony yawned loudly. Steve thought that he looked like he could pass out any second. He chuckled, "Is the great Iron Man tired from fighting one little monster?" He teased lightly.
Tony scowled, "Shut up. I was up all night working. I had just gotten into bed when we got that damn call." Steve sighed. He hated Tony when he was sleep deprived and cranky. Even drunk Tony was somewhat preferable over this. He decided to just leave Tony alone until he'd slept.
Tony set aside his mug and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes. Steve looked at him. He was an attractive man, that much was definitely true. Of course, that was sometimes hidden when he opened his mouth. At the same time, though, he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. And his voice was beautiful...
Steve tore himself away from those thoughts and his eyes away from Tony. Tony was his colleague, his co-worker! He couldn't be thinking like that about him! He shook his head lightly and took a long drag from his coffee, trying to clear his mind.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by something hitting his shoulder. He looked over to see Tony's head laying there. The man was clearly fast asleep. Steve blushed lightly, but didn't move Tony. He looked comfortable, and Steve didn't want to wake him up. The only thing worse than Tony when he'd been up too long was Tony when he was woken up after being up too long.
Steve was relieved that none of the other Avengers seemed to spare the position he was in a second glance. He was sure that if he was asked about it he would get embarrassingly flustered.
Steve didn't realize he'd dozed off until he was opening his eyes and stretching with a yawn. He looked around the room. It was now empty aside from Clint, who was playing something violent and bloody on one of the video game systems.
"Morning, Cap," Clint said distractedly, his attention firmly on the game, "Sleep well?" Steve muttered in the affirmative. Clint grinned, "Thought so. You looked pretty comfy with Tony there before he got up."
Steve blushed slightly at that, "He fell asleep on my shoulder. I didn't want to wake him up. You know how he is when he's woken up."
It wasn't an excuse, he told himself. That really was all there was to it.
Clint shrugged, "I was just kidding, Steve. No need to get defensive."
"I'm not being defensive," Steve said, maybe a bit too quickly, "I'm just saying." Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Okay then," he said slowly.
Steve didn't see Tony for the rest of the day. He had probably retreated to his workshop as soon as he'd woken up. Sometimes Steve worried about the way Tony holed himself up down there, but everyone else told him that as long as they forced some food on him every once in a while he'd be fine.
Still, Steve figured it wouldn't hurt to go check on Tony. The worst Tony could do was kick him out, after all.
Tony glanced up slightly as Steve entered the room, “Hey Cap. You need something?” He asked absentmindedly as he turned his attention back to tinkering with what looked to be an internal component to the Iron Man suit.
“Not particularly,” Steve answered, taking that response as a confirmation that he could come farther into the room, “I was just wondering what you were doing.”
“The suit needed some minor adjustments after that fight,” Tony muttered.
Steve nodded. He came up beside Tony, watching him work with mild curiosity. Tony glanced over, but kept working.
“You know, you make an excellent pillow,” Tony said nonchalantly as he turned to type something on a screen beside him.
Steve flushed, turning away slightly in hopes of hiding it from Tony. “Oh. Uh. Thanks?” he replied, not having a better response.
Tony chuckled, “Oh, how cute, he's blushing,” he teased, nudging Steve gently with his elbow.
Steve flushed darker, “Shut up, Stark.”
“What, does a little man cuddling offend your masculinity?” Tony mocked.
“No, it doesn't,” Steve replied with a slightly irritated tone. Tony just smirked and continued to work.
Steve cleared his throat, “Right, well, I'm going to head to bed. I would suggest you do the same, but I know you won't listen to me,” He said as he headed for the door of the workshop.
“Mm. Night, Cap,” Tony called back distractedly.
“Good night, Stark.”