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aloneindarknes7Title: Never Eating Alone Again
Author: Jordan
Warning: None
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Fandom: The Avengers
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 892
Disclaimer: Don’t own and the person who does would cry a little. Maybe.
Author’s Note: I love food. I hate watching people only eat half a sandwich while I’m on my third plate. Seriously, people need to eat more, especially skinny little fuckers. Not to an extent that they’re overweight, but I just like when people look like they aren’t starving themselves.
“It’s called a Star Spangled Sundae, Steve. Wow, say that five times fast. Seriously though, I had to buy you one. It’s what friends do; give each other food and stuff.” Tony presented him with the bowl of ice cream topped with whipped cream and small sprinkles shaped like stars in the colors of white, red, and blue. “Besides, I don’t like eating alone.”
“Okay,” Steve really didn’t need much convincing to dig into the ice cream. He had a sweet tooth which appreciated the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream and the mix of blueberries that added blue swirls. It did look very patriotic.
“Tastes like America,” Tony grinned to himself. “Evidently, that also tastes like diabetes.”
Steve hummed around his spoon, not agreeing or arguing, simply enjoying.
Two days later, Steve wandered into Tony’s workshop with a bag of chips and three sandwiches. “I made you a sandwich.” Steve presented as he placed the sandwich down next to Tony and began to eat his own while watching Tony work.
Tony was at the designing stage of some new invention that would undoubtedly turn out to be fantastic. Every now and again he would take a bite of the offered sandwich and steal a handful of chips before rotating the design to a different angle and fixing something or adding another part.
The next time Steve visited Tony while he was working, he brought down a container of Oreos and two glasses of milk. “I’m glad that some things will just never change.”
“Actually, Oreos come in about eleven different flavors now, seven different styles, and about every color of the rainbow.” Tony informed even as he twisted one of the cookies apart and began to lick the cream off.
Steve chuckled. “But it still comes like the original and people still eat it the way it’s meant to be eaten.” Steve emphasized as he also twisted the cookie apart to eat the cream first.
Tony dipped the chocolate cookies into his milk as he shrugged. “I like the double stuffed ones better but, yeah, nothing beats Oreos and milk.”
Then Steve came to Tony with a plateful of S’mores and an excited grin on his face. “Bucky had told me about these because he had made them at a camp. I never got to try them myself but then Clint set a couch cushion on fire and it made him want to make these. They’re really good.” Steve offered the plate as he bit into one of the messy desserts.
“I’m assuming the couch cushion fire wasn’t used to roast the marshmallows? Or should I be looking into getting a new couch?” Tony asked even as he placed his wrench down in favor of reaching for the plate.
Steve mumbled an affirmative around the gooey mess in his mouth.
Once, Tony was in the living room lounging on the couch when Steve brought out two plates of chicken wings. Tony sat forward on the couch and went wing-to-wing with Steve for the first seven wings before he had to admit defeat to the other.
Eating with Steve had started to become a habit. Tony was almost expecting the whine of “Tony,” as Steve appeared in the workshop. He offered a big bowl of pasta with a frown. “I made too much pasta and I don’t want it to go to waste but it never seems to, uh, macrowave well the next day. The noodles get too hard and flavorless.”
“Microwave but you were close.” Tony corrected even as he made gimme-gimme hands towards the bowl.
It was later that day that Tony was taking off his shirt to jump into the shower when he caught a glance of his reflection in his large mirror. His eyes widened as he poked his stomach and his finger pressed in around mushiness. “I’m getting fat.” He sounded dumb struck even to himself.
Storming out of the bathroom, Tony searched the house until he found Steve in the kitchen. He was making macaroni and cheese on the stove.
“Hey, Tony, do you want some? I made plenty.” Steve offered.
“Stop that!” Tony pointed a finger accusingly at Steve. “This is why I’m getting fat. You need to stop feeding me.”
Steve blinked at Tony and looked at Tony’s still shirtless torso. “Tony, you’re not fat; you’re finally starting to look healthy. You look good.”
Tony frowned and looked down at himself. “Really?” He pressed his hands to his stomach.
Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to Tony’s cheek while his head was turned down. “If you’re concerned about it, you can always join me in the gym sometime, maybe gain a bit more muscle.” He moved to the cupboard and took out two bowls.
Tony sat down obediently at the table, his mind still fried from the unexpected kiss. He cleared his throat as Steve sat a bowlful of mac and cheese while taking a seat next to him. “So do you date fat guys?”
“I don’t exclusively date any type of person. But I suppose there would just be more to love, right?” Steve smiled. “Honestly, I’m glad that you’re starting to gain some weight. I used to worry that I might break you if I hugged you or something.”
Picking up his spoon, Tony dug in eagerly. He asked for seconds too.
Author: Jordan
Warning: None
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Fandom: The Avengers
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 892
Disclaimer: Don’t own and the person who does would cry a little. Maybe.
Author’s Note: I love food. I hate watching people only eat half a sandwich while I’m on my third plate. Seriously, people need to eat more, especially skinny little fuckers. Not to an extent that they’re overweight, but I just like when people look like they aren’t starving themselves.
“It’s called a Star Spangled Sundae, Steve. Wow, say that five times fast. Seriously though, I had to buy you one. It’s what friends do; give each other food and stuff.” Tony presented him with the bowl of ice cream topped with whipped cream and small sprinkles shaped like stars in the colors of white, red, and blue. “Besides, I don’t like eating alone.”
“Okay,” Steve really didn’t need much convincing to dig into the ice cream. He had a sweet tooth which appreciated the sweetness of the vanilla ice cream and the mix of blueberries that added blue swirls. It did look very patriotic.
“Tastes like America,” Tony grinned to himself. “Evidently, that also tastes like diabetes.”
Steve hummed around his spoon, not agreeing or arguing, simply enjoying.
Two days later, Steve wandered into Tony’s workshop with a bag of chips and three sandwiches. “I made you a sandwich.” Steve presented as he placed the sandwich down next to Tony and began to eat his own while watching Tony work.
Tony was at the designing stage of some new invention that would undoubtedly turn out to be fantastic. Every now and again he would take a bite of the offered sandwich and steal a handful of chips before rotating the design to a different angle and fixing something or adding another part.
The next time Steve visited Tony while he was working, he brought down a container of Oreos and two glasses of milk. “I’m glad that some things will just never change.”
“Actually, Oreos come in about eleven different flavors now, seven different styles, and about every color of the rainbow.” Tony informed even as he twisted one of the cookies apart and began to lick the cream off.
Steve chuckled. “But it still comes like the original and people still eat it the way it’s meant to be eaten.” Steve emphasized as he also twisted the cookie apart to eat the cream first.
Tony dipped the chocolate cookies into his milk as he shrugged. “I like the double stuffed ones better but, yeah, nothing beats Oreos and milk.”
Then Steve came to Tony with a plateful of S’mores and an excited grin on his face. “Bucky had told me about these because he had made them at a camp. I never got to try them myself but then Clint set a couch cushion on fire and it made him want to make these. They’re really good.” Steve offered the plate as he bit into one of the messy desserts.
“I’m assuming the couch cushion fire wasn’t used to roast the marshmallows? Or should I be looking into getting a new couch?” Tony asked even as he placed his wrench down in favor of reaching for the plate.
Steve mumbled an affirmative around the gooey mess in his mouth.
Once, Tony was in the living room lounging on the couch when Steve brought out two plates of chicken wings. Tony sat forward on the couch and went wing-to-wing with Steve for the first seven wings before he had to admit defeat to the other.
Eating with Steve had started to become a habit. Tony was almost expecting the whine of “Tony,” as Steve appeared in the workshop. He offered a big bowl of pasta with a frown. “I made too much pasta and I don’t want it to go to waste but it never seems to, uh, macrowave well the next day. The noodles get too hard and flavorless.”
“Microwave but you were close.” Tony corrected even as he made gimme-gimme hands towards the bowl.
It was later that day that Tony was taking off his shirt to jump into the shower when he caught a glance of his reflection in his large mirror. His eyes widened as he poked his stomach and his finger pressed in around mushiness. “I’m getting fat.” He sounded dumb struck even to himself.
Storming out of the bathroom, Tony searched the house until he found Steve in the kitchen. He was making macaroni and cheese on the stove.
“Hey, Tony, do you want some? I made plenty.” Steve offered.
“Stop that!” Tony pointed a finger accusingly at Steve. “This is why I’m getting fat. You need to stop feeding me.”
Steve blinked at Tony and looked at Tony’s still shirtless torso. “Tony, you’re not fat; you’re finally starting to look healthy. You look good.”
Tony frowned and looked down at himself. “Really?” He pressed his hands to his stomach.
Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to Tony’s cheek while his head was turned down. “If you’re concerned about it, you can always join me in the gym sometime, maybe gain a bit more muscle.” He moved to the cupboard and took out two bowls.
Tony sat down obediently at the table, his mind still fried from the unexpected kiss. He cleared his throat as Steve sat a bowlful of mac and cheese while taking a seat next to him. “So do you date fat guys?”
“I don’t exclusively date any type of person. But I suppose there would just be more to love, right?” Steve smiled. “Honestly, I’m glad that you’re starting to gain some weight. I used to worry that I might break you if I hugged you or something.”
Picking up his spoon, Tony dug in eagerly. He asked for seconds too.
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