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*blasts away a huge block of concrete blocking the cleanup crew's path and zips over to land next to Natasha, standing off to the side of where Steve, clearly exhausted, flushed under his mask (but of course he doesn't push it up, trying even now to draw a line between Captain America and Steve Rogers), is fielding a barrage of questions from clamoring reporters*

*flips his mask up, glances at Natasha* How long's he been doing this? *she makes a face, tells him too long, and he sighs, starts a timer for three minutes, then he'll drag Steve away*

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capsicle1919

*sweat gathers at the nape of his neck as he tries to answer at least some of the questions being shouted at him from all directions, spots a reporter he remembers being nice to him a few weeks ago and calls on her, regrets it when she calls out how can you reconcile your position as Ambassador for America and a homosexual lifestyle, and that seems to give the reporter next to her some courage because he shouts Is it true you've been dating Anderson Cooper, and that's just too personal*

Listen. *smiles the million dollar smile he practices in the mirror before brushing his teeth in the morning* I know you've gotta lot of questions, but I really need to go help clean this mess up, so I appreciate-

*he's drowned out by the shouting reports again, who don't want to hear that he's going to walk away, shoulders slump, sighs*

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thestarkside

*and then some assholes, of course, have to start going after Steve like this is a fucking free-for-all, and Steve's shoulders slump in the defeated way that means he's actually going to try and get through this and stay, and that's just, no, that's --

and before he even knows what he's doing he's stalking forward to take his place next to Steve, fuming*

Listen up, vultures. I don't know if you guys were paying attention, but we just saved Central Park. If you can't figure out how to make that interesting enough for an article, that's your problem. Mr. Wallace! *narrows his eyes at the reporter who asked the question about Anderson Cooper* Do you work for the New York Times or TMZ, because last I checked, TMZ is hiring, maybe you should see if you can head on over there if what you're interested in is petty stories about people's dating lives. And you, Miss Fox News, from what I've seen, the good Captain here is living the same all-American, intensely moral, only semi-anachronistic life he always has. So now, all of you are going to turn around and walk away and write long stories about how we saved all the little children and animals and trees and shit from getting vaporized by aliens. THANKS, that'll be all, no, really, that's it, bye now! *slings his arm around Steve's shoulders and steers him away*

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capsicle1919

*stunned, lets himself be led away before shaking Tony off and staring at him* Tony, that was- *amazing, he wants to say*

You didn't have to do that. *says instead* I mean, you shouldn't. They'll all print it and you'll get a lot of fallout from it.

From:

thestarkside

*looks at him, a whole assortment of expressions flickering over his face before he settles on a tight smile, averted eyes* I've done a whole lot worse in front of a group of reporters. Don't worry about it. *glances at him uncertainly* Just -- walk away, next time. I won't have to interrupt, that way.

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capsicle1919

I wanted to, but I just... *sighs* I'm not good at this, Tony. *softly, glances at the reporters before ushering Tony away until they're shielded by building rubble* I didn't want to be an icon or a celebrity. I just want to do my job and then go home wi- and rest. *with you had been on the tip of his tongue, but he's no more clear on what Tony's thinking about that night than he was the next morning, and he doesn't want to put his foot in his mouth if they're not on the same page* But then I opened my fat mouth and now it's all anybody can talk about, and you have to stick your neck out for me, and... I feel like a schmuck for doing this to the team.

From:

thestarkside

Hey, what, no. *his voice goes quiet, softer, in a way he didn't mean for it to and doesn't know if he can control* It'll pass, this stuff always does, with them, the next story will come along and they'll forget they ever cared. *glances back towards the reporters, but they're completely out of sight, and he ducks in before he can think about it too much and kisses Steve softly, pulling back quickly, giving him a hesitant smile* And I don't mind defending you. Makes me feel kinda...knight in shining armor.

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capsicle1919

*is startled, then breaks into a huge smile, a sincere one that he doesn't practice, immediately moves in and kisses Tony back, just as gentle, but lingering a bit before pulling away, grinning*

If you call me a 'pretty princess' again, I'll tell Dummy where you hid the toaster.

From:

thestarkside

*blanches a little* No, that's a fire hazard, he could kill us all, kinda -- kinda like you're doing to me with that smile, so fucking. Stop it, you asshole. *grins back, kind of helplessly*

From:

capsicle1919

What! *still smiling, wishes he could just wrap himself around Tony and hold on, but there are a lot of people very nearby and he's just not ready for this to be public knowledge as well, whatever this is, so he steps back* We should go help with cleanup. Meet you back at the Tower? I want to watch the Olympics.

From:

thestarkside

Right, yeah. Olympics. *nods* And then making out.

From:

capsicle1919

*laughs, goes red of course* I suppose. *fakes a yawn* I mean, if it means that much to you.

From:

thestarkside

*throws his head back and laughs* Yeah, yeah, says the guy who came three times. *beams at him and powers up the repulsors, zipping off to help clean up*