Should have known. He'd have ignored it, pretended it never happened, but Steve? Steve's a good boy. Sweet. He'd never be able to let it go. Not Captain Morality here. Tony doesn't look up for several very long seconds before he sets aside his soldering gun and leans back against the chair.
He even slips off a glove to thread his fingers through his hair, ruffling up what already looks like sex hair. Tony hasn't combed it today. He slept most of the morning away, went swimming, and after his second shower, he'd not bothered to clean up too much.
Maybe just because he knew that Steve would look...perfect.
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Date: 2012-09-28 02:00 am (UTC)He even slips off a glove to thread his fingers through his hair, ruffling up what already looks like sex hair. Tony hasn't combed it today. He slept most of the morning away, went swimming, and after his second shower, he'd not bothered to clean up too much.
Maybe just because he knew that Steve would look...perfect.
Too perfect.
His eyes wander a bit without much care.
"You got scared. You ran. It's fine."