tony stark x keaton
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Everyone was gathered around the island in the Avengers Tower kitchen, with Tony sitting in the center of the crowd, a cone-shaped party hat perched precariously upon his head. He smiled good-naturedly as everyone began singing Happy Birthday in several different tones, making him internally cringe. However, he could never feel awkward when looking into the eyes of his partner, who was now setting a large cookies&creme flavored ice cream cake in front of him.
“Happy birthday to you,~” Keaton finished sweetly, “now make a wish, Tony!”
He blew out the candles as everyone clapped. “C’mon, guys, did you really have to do all this? What am I, five?”
“Well, we thought it’d be a little more personal and healthy for you than going out to some big party hosted by the mayor and getting drunk off your ass,” Nat chimed in as she began cutting slices of cake for everyone.
“That was an option?”
Keaton rolled his eyes, grinning at his boyfriend… but his mind, instead, was somewhere else. Somewhere in a tiny box hidden by the larger boxes and bags that held Tony’s presents, which he didn’t really need but definitely completed the birthday experience. The Avengers eagerly dug into the cake, talking about all they had done that day in honor of their “great part-time leader;” Keaton had spent an intimate morning with Tony, having had Happy help him cook up the man’s favorite breakfast, and ended up watching two of Tony’s favorite movies as well as spent time lounging around the pool. When noon came around, it was time for everyone to meet for lunch at a fancy new restaurant. After that, they went to watch an auto race, and finally, they returned to the tower for dinner, cake, presents, and maybe a few games if everyone stayed awake for long enough.
“Alright, Tony, open this shit so I can go to bed,” Clint joked, gently tossing one of the bags to Tony once he had finished his second helping of cake. Tony ooh’d and ahh’d at his shiny new toys; another watch, a model airplane, a knock-off Iron Man action figure (well, he thought that was less funny). Even an Asgardian cookbook from the God of Thunder himself.
“Thank you, really, I mean it.”
“There’s one more,” Keaton piped up, holding out a box much smaller than the others. Tony tilted his head.
“It’s going to be a singular skittle, isn’t it?” He smirked as he took it from Keaton’s hand.
“Well, not exactly…”
He opened the box, and his eyes widened as he stared down at a translucent ring endowed with golden flecks. “I-is that what I think it is? Are you…?” He looked up at Keaton’s glowing face.
“Will you marry me, Tony Stark?”
The small box fell into Tony’s lap as he covered his mouth, dark eyes shining. “Yes.” He squeaked out.
“Speak up!” Thor thundered.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” Tony lept up, careful not to lose the ring, before engulfing Keaton in a hug. The room erupted into whoops of approval. He quickly scooped up the ring and slipped it onto his finger. “Oh, it fits perfectly, isn’t that just gorgeous??”
“I picked it specifically so it’d stand out from your other rings…” Keaton explained through silent, happy sobs. Tony brought his fiancé into his arms again, a sturdy hand placed on his back as he dipped him toward the floor and captured his lips with his own. The Avengers applauded again. When the two stood straight at last, Thor thumped Tony on the back.
“Keaton’s been telling me how much he wanted to do this for weeks, now. Do you know how hard it was not to say anything?! If he hadn’t performed an Asgardian pinky promise on me, I might’ve spoiled the whole thing…”
Tony’s smile was ten times as bright. “Well, thank you for keeping your tongue tied, Point Break.”
“Yeah, thanks, Thor,” Keaton stood on tip-toe to briefly kiss his other partner’s cheek, sending a blush across the God’s cheeks. He swiftly swept both Keaton and Tony into his large arms, hugging them tight enough to cause their backs to crack in protest.
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