Steve woke up six months ago into a future that leaves him indifferent. There is work, and not much else. His current mission is a basic search and rescue operation to retrieve an American who was kidnapped by a terrorist group ten days ago. He won't let the fact that the hostage is Howard's son be a distraction.
One slip of the thumb means that Tony just texted a picture of his dick to Captain America instead of his casual hookup. Which is just as well because the guy hates him anyways.
It's certainly the weirdest way he's ever managed to break the ice.
Everyone has a number of names written on their bodies from birth. Steve has three: Margaret Carter, James Barnes and Anthony Stark. After Steve loses two of his soulmates he's not ready to meet his third. If wishes were horses huh?
Includes texting, movie watching a solid amount of pining and a little kicking HYDRA's butt.
Tony Stark is not a narcissist, a liar, a soldier, a good listener, a hypocrite, or any of the other bullshit words people like to use. He knows himself, what he is and isn’t, what he does and doesn’t know. And he knows not just numbers, equations, and schematics, but words too.
After Siberia, expectations of Tony feel higher than ever: he’s heading the Avengers; working to revise the Accords; trying to do right by the teenagers who for some reason look up to him; plus the usual work for Stark Industries. He doesn’t really have time to deal with what’s left of his friendship with Steve, let alone figure out his own shit. (He ends up doing a lot of that anyway.)
Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha's number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.