（復仇者聯盟同人）Saving the World (Is Totally a Date)（原文+譯分章閱讀 50

"Hey, Stark, when did—" Downey tried to pester him, but Tony just pushed him away by the face.

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"It's after 3pm, man-child, I don't know you, you do not exist."

"Tony." Steve shot him a look one part exasperated, three parts fond.

"Would you like to stay and talk to him, or would you maybe, um." Tony shot Steve a very meaningful look and a very suggestive smirk. "Like to go home?"

"Um." Steve smiled back. "Home."

Epilogue

It was the stupidest thing that broke his cover.

They hadn't planned on revealing Steve's identity. Tony had gotten flak for kissing Cap during the invasion and "getting together" with Steve only a few days later, but they figured it would die down. Steve even went on camera at one point to clarify that he had not been kept in the dark and knew full well what he was getting into, thank you very much, but it was one of Steve's students, Scarlet, who actually put the matter to rest.

"They're saying your teacher is Mr. Stark's second choice because he can't have Captain America. What are your thoughts on this?"

"Uh, that it's stupid?" She had answered the intrusive reporter as if it were obvious. "Seriously, watch the way they look at each other for like, five seconds. If anything, I feel bad for Captain America. He never stood a chance. To Prof Stark, not even Captain America compares to Mr. Robinson."

The reporters stopped trying to play Captain America up as some kind of problem in their relationship after that, and life fell into a familiar, if hectic, pattern. They spent their days teaching classes and their afternoons at StarkTower, Tony in meetings or working in his office, Steve organizing and assisting with construction. They often didn't make it home until late and had to get up early the next morning, but they did have their shared classes and other assorted free moments throughout the day, and though they were incredibly busy and often exhausted, they were happy.

By the end of the school year, StarkIndustries was finally becoming stable again, and all the Avengers but Thor, who was still in Asgard, had moved into the top floors of StarkTower. Tony—more accurately, his lawyers—had drawn up a contract, and gone through the back and forth required until they'd come to agreement on the status of the Avengers.

As a team, they were not owned by SHIELD. They were an independent initiative, based in StarkTower—or, as they'd taken to calling the top floors, Avengers Tower—that worked with but did not report to SHIELD. Clint and Natasha did remain officially employed by SHIELD on an indefinite basis, and Tony owed them three years of work, consulting or hero-wise as needed, but Steve, Bruce and Thor had no official obligations.

They all knew they'd still be answering to Nick Fury, but it was nice to know they weren't legally bound.

Graduation day, considering the staff had two undercover superspies, one undercover superhero, and one celebrity, went about as well as could be expected; which is to say, not well.

Problem number one was normal, at least. The kids were rowdy and anxious, too excited about graduating to sit still. It took the staff almost four hours just to get the kids through rehearsal, by which time Steve counted Tony's 'I will suit up and repulsor your ass if you don't stop fucking around' threats to be somewhere in the twenties. Clint threatened to off himself twice as many times, but Steve decided that was Natasha's problem.

They had a short break between the final rehearsal and the actual event, during which Steve and Tony both agreed to turn their phones off for once while they went out for lunch downtown. It was the first free, calm hour they'd had in months, and it was exactly what they needed. They ate at a little diner Steve liked, and he told Tony about how he used to come by to draw StarkTower, back when he'd first woken up. The first time he'd ever seen Iron Man had been at that diner, when Tony had looped under a nearby archway, shooting past him and off into the sky like a brilliant, beautiful comet.

Steve admitted he'd been more than mildly fascinated with sketching the suit ever since, and had been incredibly disappointed when SHIELD said he was supposed to be arresting Iron Man instead of working with him. He'd seen the suit up close and personal now, particularly when he'd helped Tony move all his workshop gear from his "Iron Lair" to the Tower, but his amazement with it hadn't diminished.

"Good." Tony smirked a bit, picking at Steve's fries. "Wouldn't want you getting bored with me too soon."

"Boredom and you don't even belong in the same sentence." Steve smacked his hand away. "Stop it, you have your own."

"But stolen fries taste so much better."

"If you eat all my fries, I'm paying."

"Steve—" Tony, predictably, was aghast by this.

He took personal offense whenever Steve paid for anything, citing 'But I'm rich, Steve' as a reason. He tended to ignore the fact that Steve, thanks to seventy years of backpay, also more than qualified as rich. Steve had never been one to accept charity, but considering they both had plenty to go around, he found it didn't really matter to him who paid. He did get a kick out of using it to tease Tony though.

"Eat my fries, and I'll pay for them." Steve just waved a fry at Tony threateningly. "Don't test me, Tony."

Tony watched him warily a moment, debating his choices. Then, quick as a flash, he snapped the fry right out of Steve's hand with his teeth. Steve flicked him on the nose.