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hair falling into place like dominoes

36. Helping brush their hair after a shower. stevetony, 1k words, fluff, (for @onetwo3000 who requested this months ago, sorry it took so long)

“I swear to God, the next time a baddie does anything relating to the words Slime, Goo or Sludge, we just hand it over to the Fantastic Four and call it a night,” Clint says, slumped onto the marble counter.

“GET YOUR DIRTY FACE OFF MY THOUSAND DOLLAR KITCHEN ISLAND BARTON,” Tony shouts, stomping into the kitchen, looking relatively unscathed except for the streak of neon green something on his undersuit.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME, STARK,” Clint shouts right back, not moving from his slumped position.

“If the both of you don’t stop screaming, I’m going to throw you in a vat of this stuff,” Nat hisses at them, picking the substance from her hair.

“At least it isn’t corrosive,” Bruce says, coming up from the labs. The Hulk hadn’t been needed but Bruce looks exhausted, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. “All I can tell so far is that it causes momentary confusion to anyone it hits. Never longer than 5 minutes.”

“Yeah,” Steve grimaces, walking in with Bucky, slime all over their suits and in the plates of Bucky’s arm. “If I have to hear Buck ask me “Who the hell is Bucky?” one more time, I’m gonna break something.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if his nickname wasn’t the worst,” Tony chimes in, disdain written in the furrow of his brow as he looks at the state of the team. “My suit is beyond salvageable. There’s slime in every crevice of every plate.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re real torn up over having an excuse to hole up in your lab to finish off the Mark 56,” Bucky drawls, flicking at Tony’s head as he heads to the fridge.

“That’s neither here nor there, Tasty Freeze,” Tony huffs, crossing his arms.

“No engineer binging until after food and debrief,” Steve cuts in, left eyebrow arched which translates to, ‘I mean it, Tony.’

“Yes, but shower first,” Nat says, hopping off the stool and dragging a grumbling Clint with her, Bucky shuffling after them to head to his and Sam’s floor.

Tony watches them go, only walking closer to Steve after hearing the elevator doors close. “Hey,” he says, circling his arms around Steve’s neck.

Steve pecks him on the nose. “Hi, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, no memory loss for me. Only affects you if there’s skin to skin contact so I got lucky,” Tony sighs. “My suit, well, not so much.”

He runs a finger over Steve’s jaw, the bruise from earlier already healing over. “How are you feeling? It must have been tough for you — with Bucky.”

Steve’s jaw clenches but he turns his head to kiss at Tony’s fingertips. “I’ll be fine. I’m just worried about Buck. I’ll check up on him later.”

There’s more to it than that, Tony knows, but he also knows this is one of those things he can’t push Steve on, so he doesn’t.

Says, “Do you think we could get away with showering together or will that be pushing it?” instead of everything he does want to say.

Steve shoulders relax and there’s a small smile forming as he herds Tony into the elevator to get to his floor.

“You know, we're not exactly being subtle,” Steve says onto Tony’s lips, pulling him to the bathroom when the elevator opens. “It’s a wonder they haven’t caught us yet.”

“I’m almost positive Nat knows. Her questions were a little too pointed the other night,” Tony tells him, dropping his undersuit onto the floor before stepping into the shower, fiddling with the knobs until water rains down; warmth seeping into his skin and steaming up the room.

“I’ve always wondered what you two talked about on your super secret Tony & Nat nights.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Wanna bet on that?” Steve asks, backing Tony against the wall with a bruising grip on his hips and kissing him until they’re both panting and breathless.

“Steve,” Tony keens and his centre of gravity shifts, his legs instinctively wrapping around Steve’s waist and just about ceasing all brain function when he feels suction at his neck.

Then Steve bites down and he loses the plot entirely.

***

“You know, if the team didn’t know before, they definitely know now,” Steve says, pushing open Tony’s bedroom door.

Dinner and debrief had thankfully been short, the team just as eager as him to call it a day and crawl into bed; happy to deal with any minor problems tomorrow.

They’d all dispersed shortly after the last veggie dumplings were eaten — stolen, really— by Natasha.

And she only ever shares with Tony because she’s biased but Steve can’t really fault her for it.

Lord knows he’s worse.

“That’s because you couldn’t keep that goddamn smug grin off your face whenever I so much as shifted on my seat,” Tony replies, voice coming from his walk in closet.

Yeah, Steve knows he’s grinning right now, but really — who could blame him?

“I can feel you grinning right now Steve!”

"You can't prove it," he says from the edge of the bed and narrows his eyes at the mark on Tony’s neck, prominent against his skin as Tony walks towards him and wonders just how mad he would be if Steve gave him another on his shoulder where Steve’s shirt is slouching on his frame.

Tony points his hairbrush accusingly at him. “Hell no. I know that look in your eyes and I will actually melt your shield into a trash can lid if you give me another hickey. A hickey! What are we, 15 years old?”

Steve just pulls a grumbling Tony onto his lap. “Didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”

“Yeah well, I’m complaining now. Nat’s never gonna shut up about the turtleneck,” Tony huffs, raking his right hand through Steve's still damp hair. “We really should have been more thorough in the shower,” Tony sighs, plucking at a dried piece of slime from his hair.

“I don’t know, I felt like we were thorough earlier,” Steve smiles at him.

Tony glares at him, running his hairbrush through Steve’s hair. “I’m gonna go to the Bugle first thing in the morning and tell them you’re a menace to society, I swear it.”

“You’re more likely to blast your repulsor to Jamesons’ office window,” Steve tells him, closing his eyes and luxuriating the gentle strokes of Tony’s brush.

“You can’t prove anything, Rogers,” Tony says but Steve knows without looking that Tony’s smiling.

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