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Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would deny being the best of friends because Steve had America and Tony had his money. At the end of a hard day's work though they had to admit they were pretty good partners. They knew how to assess a target, they knew how to pool their resources, and they knew how to brawl two-on-however many the fuck they needed to. Sure sometimes it took a while to get there but the point is they always got there. Sometimes Steve wouldn't even pout if Tony took his shield. That's how good they were. After today's blow out he was letting the big blonde guy carry it on his own.
"You're real good with that," Tony said, pantomiming a launch of the red white and blue disc like it was a fucking frisbee.
"I've got to be," Steve replied with a shrug because he was fucking modest like that.
"Sure. Of course I've seen better," Tony nodded.
It didn't matter if he was bullshitting or not because Steve had an imagination and his could go beyond gods throwing war hammers and huge green motherfuckers throwing tanks. It worked like a fucking charm anyway, Steve was looking at Tony funny. He had his eyebrow cocked like a skeptic but his bright blue eyes wanted to know who it was and how can he learn to be better. Tony felt pretty damn good with himself over this, fuck all the critics who thought his public relations department needed work. Tony was brilliant with machines and people, machines just accepted it easier. Fortunately for them, Steve could hold his own against Tony and Tony wasn't thinking of putting Steve against someone who knew how to use adamantium as good as he knew how to use vibranium anyway.
"Well?" Steve asked after a moment, "are you gonna tell me?"
Tony just smirked. "I will, but you're going to have to come with me. And it's not going to be easy," he insisted.
"I think I can take it," Steve laughed until he noted the sharper look in Tony's eye, "uh...right?"
"Put your worries aside, I'll take good care of you." Tony draped his arm around Steve's shoulders even though he had to fucking reach up to do it.
"Okay, I'll learn it good too," Steve agreed with another smile.
Hook line and fucking sinker. Tony pat Steve, "it'll be great."
And they had fondue all night. All night. And in the morning too.
"You're real good with that," Tony said, pantomiming a launch of the red white and blue disc like it was a fucking frisbee.
"I've got to be," Steve replied with a shrug because he was fucking modest like that.
"Sure. Of course I've seen better," Tony nodded.
It didn't matter if he was bullshitting or not because Steve had an imagination and his could go beyond gods throwing war hammers and huge green motherfuckers throwing tanks. It worked like a fucking charm anyway, Steve was looking at Tony funny. He had his eyebrow cocked like a skeptic but his bright blue eyes wanted to know who it was and how can he learn to be better. Tony felt pretty damn good with himself over this, fuck all the critics who thought his public relations department needed work. Tony was brilliant with machines and people, machines just accepted it easier. Fortunately for them, Steve could hold his own against Tony and Tony wasn't thinking of putting Steve against someone who knew how to use adamantium as good as he knew how to use vibranium anyway.
"Well?" Steve asked after a moment, "are you gonna tell me?"
Tony just smirked. "I will, but you're going to have to come with me. And it's not going to be easy," he insisted.
"I think I can take it," Steve laughed until he noted the sharper look in Tony's eye, "uh...right?"
"Put your worries aside, I'll take good care of you." Tony draped his arm around Steve's shoulders even though he had to fucking reach up to do it.
"Okay, I'll learn it good too," Steve agreed with another smile.
Hook line and fucking sinker. Tony pat Steve, "it'll be great."
And they had fondue all night. All night. And in the morning too.
