Two For The Price Of One

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A stuckony fic for @not-close-to-straight bc she writes so much and deserves nice things (but I can’t draw, so this is what I’ve got to offer). 

Summary: Tony thinks that no one knows he’s Iron Man, so when he sees Steve and Bucky looking at Iron Man, he thinks that he doesn’t have a chance. But then Bucky goes to the ‘shop to talk to him, and he somehow gets everything he hoped for. 

Iron Man touched down beside the quinjet. Tony was tired to his bones, but as far as the team was concerned, Iron Man had gotten a full night’s rest last night. The battle had been straining on Tony because of his lack of sleep, but it was easy overall so he couldn’t use it as a cover to go collapse in bed. The suit wasn’t damaged, so he also couldn’t use that as an excuse. Normally Tony liked the Avenger team bonding, but he needed them to not do that right now. He was hopeful when they all made it off the quinjet without already talking about plans, but then Steve turned to the group with a bright smile, and Tony’s hopes of sneaking off to sleep for the next day and a half were shot.

“Everyone up for a movie?” There were various confirmations, but Steve noticed that Iron Man didn’t chime in, so he turned his baby blues onto Tony. “Iron Man? You in?”

“I think Mister Stark was planning some sort of upgrade actually.”

“Since when does he do upgrades on the suit you’re wearin’?” Bucky asked.

He shrugged. “He’s the boss, and he’s eccentric– I don’t ask questions.”

Clint snorted. “Yeah I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“Clint,” Steve said in a chastising tone. Clint held up his hands in easy surrender, and Steve turned back to Iron Man, hope still shining in his eyes. “You think you can grab an old suit and come back up?”

Tony hesitated, and before he could say no again, Bucky said with a crooked smile, “C’mon Shellhead, it’s not the same without you there.”

He sighed, and Jarvis, bless him, didn’t filter it through the mask– a private sigh between him and his self-made caretaker. None of the suits were made for napping, but he’d done it before. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but he’d done worse for people he cared less about. “Yeah, let me go get changed.”

“Into something more comfortable?” Natasha said slyly. Though the joke was lost on none of them, Steve and Bucky ignored it to keep staring at him. Thinking about him stripping down, maybe putting on underwear and nothing else… well, they were in public and had just suggested a movie. Bowing out would be rude to him, not to mention that they would lose time with him.

For his part, Tony ignored her and made his way down to the workshop. Everyone joked about him and the supersoldier duo getting it on, but every single one of them knew better than to take it seriously. As always, it was Iron Man yes, Tony Stark no. Steve and Bucky liked Iron Man, might even want a relationship or a night with him, but Tony had his secret identity and he wasn’t going to let it go for a relationship they wouldn’t even want after they knew. It didn’t matter how much he dreamed about being the filling of their supersoldier sandwich, the fact that they liked Iron Man more than Tony Stark was enough to convince him that telling them who he was would be a bad idea.

He made it to the workshop, had Jarvis lock the doors, and stepped on the pad to get the suit taken off. He was constantly experimenting with suit styles, going between removable all by himself and needing Jarvis to do it. The ones Jarvis had to put on him were tighter than the others, so he picked one he could put on piece by piece for today. Realistic scenario here was that he’d spend a couple hours with the Avengers then collapse on his bed after having only taken off the helmet and chest piece.

He sighed and purposefully didn’t look into one of the ‘shop’s reflective surfaces as he put the suit on. He was sure there were giant bags under his eyes and looking at them would only make him more tired. 

He got the suit all the way on and gave a little spin like he was showing off an outfit. “How do I look, Jarv?”

“As beautiful as ever sir, however I really must protest your lack of sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak, Jarvis, but your protest has been noted.”

“Three days is pushing safety limits, sir,” Jarvis reminded him. “In six hours I will be forced to call Colonel Rhodes and inform him of the situation.”

“Relax, I’ll be in bed in three. No need to worry the big Rhodey bear into hauling ass over here when it’s not an emergency.”

“As you say sir,” Jarvis said, not sounding like he believed Tony in the slightest.

“I’ll be fine, Jay, you’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will,” he said drily. Seeing Tony do this was what he was worried about, but he didn’t say that. “Have fun watching the movie, sir.“ 

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