Story Title: The Right Partner

Rating: PG-13 ish to T... WILL BE M! Thus why it's already labeled.

Pairing(s): Tony/Steve, Thor/Loki (later)

Summary: A year after Loki's defeat, Tony wants to return to his home in Malibu to do some repairs. The Captain returns with him and they find themselves in a situation neither of them expected.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just manipulating the characters and bending them to my will!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN TWO MEN! TURN BACK NOW BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU WHINE ABOUT GAYS! Thank you! ~ 3

Hello! This will be my first Tony/Steve (Stony) FanFic. I have NOT watched the new Avengers Movie and yet I'm already in love with it. I state I haven't seen the movie because some of my facts may be inaccurate. So if you see something in the story that doesn't fit with The Avengers, or any of the movies leading up to it, (Iron Man 1 & 2, Thor, Captain America), please feel free to let me know! I worked really hard on this and I have a lot planned for this story so please bare with me!

Tony wiped the sweat from from his brow with big leather gloves, one gripping a hammer. He stepped back as he took in the view of his home he was attempting to rebuild. It had been a while since he'd been back to Malibu, but was happy to know he'd be living in it once again. The sun was hot on his back, causing him to stop every few minutes to wipe sweat away from his eyes. Of course the heat was against him because of his pour choice in wardrobe; a brown undershirt with grease stained blue jeans. However, Tony was used to working like this, having spent numerous hours in his workshop building cars and working on his suits.

The radio he had setting close to him was blasting AC/DC, Black Sabbath and other groups that would probably make Steve Rogers think twice about turning on the radio on his own time. Speaking of Mr. Rogers...

"Tony! TONY!" Steve shouted from the roof. He'd been calling for him for almost five minutes now, but due to the loud music, Tony's ears were deaf to him. Rolling his eyes, Steve readied himself and lept from the roof, landing next to Tony. He slammed his fist on the radio, hitting the power button and silencing the music.

"How many times..." Tony sighed, putting his hands on his hips and eying Steve, "If I had a penny for every time I told someone to not turn my music down, I'd be a billionaire!" Tony smiled to himself, "Oh wait!"

Steve sighed and replied, "I was trying to get you to hand me up some more nails."

Tony looked at him through his sunglasses. Tony was glad that the glasses hid his eyes or else Steve would have noticed the smaller man staring at him. He was only wearing his SSR Eagle, white t-shirt and khaki shorts, a nail apron gripping his hips. Tony ripped his eyes from the Captain's pelvis and replied, "More nails huh?" Tony looked up and then down. He glanced at his watch, "How bout we stop for today?

"It's only three in the afternoon," Steve replied, squinting his eyes due to the bright sunlight. "Why stop now?"

"Because I feel like going out tonight," Tony said with a smile. "Let's get showered up, okay?"

Steve took off the nail apron and laid it on the side, following behind Tony with a bit of a huff in his tone. "It's one thing to be in California, rebuilding your home while the world could be in danger, but it's another when we have to stop half-way through the day and go eat at a restaurant for three hours. Defeats the purpose of being here to fix your house."

"Yes, but you forget," Tony replied, stripping his shirt off, showing off his chest piece, "We can get back to the tower in less than ten minutes when we're called. My suit was made for such occasions."

"Your suit?" Steve repeated stubbornly.

Tony made it to the bathroom and started the shower, "That's what I said!"

"So what I have to ride you back?" Steve asked, but Tony had already shut him up by closing the door and hopping in the shower. Steve sighed angrily and found himself on the couch, relishing in the air conditioner. A year had passed since Loki's defeat and there had been a lot of downtime. Fury told them they could go and do as they pleased, but must have ways of returning immediately when called.

Tony made it clear he wanted to have somewhere to live while they were on said downtime and suggested he return to Malibu to work on his destroyed home. Steve didn't want to spend his time at the Tower alone and felt he was closer to Tony than any other person. He had known his father from back in the forties and since his life in the future, he felt he knew Tony better. Steve asked Tony's permission to go to his home and help him with the reconstruction and Tony took it as free labor and graciously accepted to take him. But ever since they'd gotten there a week ago, they hadn't made much progress because all Tony wanted to do was go to fancy restaurants and take home pretty women.

They'd been staying in a suite since they arrived and they shared the same room in case of a call, sleeping in separate beds of course. But every night, they went to a restaurant with a bar or a club and Tony would rent and extra room for the night so he could flog the girl he brought with him. Then after she fell asleep, Tony slipped back into his and Steve's room for a quick shower and off to bed.

Steve had met one of the women the first morning as he was heading down stairs for breakfast. She had asked him about Tony and acted as if he didn't know where he was, causing the woman to cry and leave the hotel alone. Steve didn't like how Tony treated women, using them for sexual pleasure and then leaving them alone in the morning while he hid in the next room. After the first woman, Steve always woke up early to greet the woman and escort her home while Tony found better things to do.

The blonde had realized later on that he was jealous of Tony. Tony reminded him of Bucky. Back before he became a Super Solider, Bucky got all the girls while most woman laughed at his height and weight. Bucky always tried to get Steve with a girl but Steve was too scared. They stayed friends either way, enjoying the others company.

Steve saw Tony like he saw Bucky, a player who was still a good friend. However, something was different about Tony. Something about how his thin body could easily be over taken by Steve. The way he looks at him and how he flashes his smiles. Even though Steve was jealous of how many women Tony could bed in a week, he felt more jealous of the women. Beautiful, gorgeous women sleeping with Tony while Steve cleaned up the mess in the morning. He somewhat wished it was him rather than the women.

Steve was certain he wasn't gay, but the way Tony moved made Steve think twice about their friendship.

Tony exited the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist and another drying his hair. Steve found himself staring and blushing at the thin, yet strong body dripping with water. The tight skin begging to be ravished. "Make it hap'n Cap'n!" Tony spoke up, knocking Steve out of his train of thought. "Get cleaned up and dressed and we'll take off!"

Steve showered and when to one of the bedrooms they had just finished that day. Since they'd been staying in a hotel so, seeing the bedrooms of Tony's home was new to him. A suit was laid out on the bed, like it was every evening Tony decided to go out. It was a simple black suit with a white shirt and blue tie. He combed his hair to its usual formal look and left the room.

Tony was standing at the window, enjoying a glass of scotch. "Ready, Cap?" he asked.

Steve nodded, fixing the sleeves, "Yeah."

They drove to what looked like a club to Steve. He remembered what Clubs used to be like back in his time, but almost a century later, he knew this wasn't like he'd remembered. When Tony exited his car, he was swarmed with women, wanting a picture or an autograph. Steve pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out casually. He went around them, handing the keys to a valet who in returned handed him a ticket. The crowd broke apart leaving Tony with a woman under his arms; a young, barely legal, blonde in a skimpy dress.

Steve sighed and followed him in. The music was loud with a hard base that made Steve wince until he got used to the pounding in his ears. Tony approached a bar where they both sat with the woman. Just like every other night, Steve knew he'd be driving them home while Tony was in the back dry humping his girl. "Scotch," Steve nearly shouted to the bartender, holding up a finger.

"One?" Tony laughed loudly, "Make it two! And a dirty martinis for this lovely lady!"

For the next couple of hours, Steve never left his place at the bar. Tony had left him, occasionally coming back with a different woman. Steve asked for another drink about every fifteen minutes, chomping away on the peanuts. Even though the alcohol wouldn't do anything to phase him, it just gave him something to do to pass the time.

"Steve! My man!" Tony half shouted, half laughed at him as he came back with three girls. "I got you something!"

"What?" Steve asked, curious, eying two brunettes and a blonde. If he had to chose, he'd have taken his hand rather than catch a disease.

"I brought you," Tony paused as he tried to talk with alcohol tampering with him, "three lovely ladies who would like to make your 'acquaintance!' Just pick one and I'll take the other two! HAHA!"

Tony had thrown his head back laughing. Somehow he managed to lose feeling in his knees and fell to the ground, dragging two women with him. They slipped from under his arms and Tony nearly hit the bar with his head. Steve quickly caught him and said, "Okay, time to take you back to the hotel for a nice, long, rest."

"Sleep?! But Steve," Tony shouted drunk, "I gotta take care of these ladies!"

Steve lifted the drunkard bridal style out of the bar, "Trust me, they'll be just fine," noting that a couple men had distracted them and dragged them off.

He carried the thin man through the club, getting weird looks from people. He felt himself mentally blush but ignored it, knowing he needed to get Tony home before he caused anymore problems. He handed his ticket to the valet who quickly returned Tony's vehicle. Steve left him a twenty dollar tip; the first bill he could get out of Tony's pocket. He slipped the drunk inside the passenger seat and drove back to the hotel.

Once at the hotel, Steve carried Tony to their room and laid him on the bed. He took Tony's tie off, as well as his jacket and shoes. The smell of alcohol almost choked him and he threw the clothes into a bag that was full of laundry.

He stripped himself of his clothes, putting on a pair of blue and white plaid sleep pants and through his suit in with the bag. As he raised back up, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he glanced into the mirror and saw Tony standing behind him. His shirt was off and belt and pants undone. "Steve, hic," Tony sputtered, "have I ever told you, hic, how beautiful your eyes are?"

Steve looked at him funny as the drunk man before him was hitting on him. "I think it's time for bed."

"You're right," Tony replied, "Let's get in bed and, hic, mess around!" Tony's hand smacked Steve's bare chest as he hiccuped and smiled at him with lazy eyes.

"No!" Steve shouted, withholding his voice so he wouldn't wake the neighbors, "You're drunk!"

Tony lazily hugged Steve, who was trying to pry him off, "But I wanna mess around!"

Steve managed to get free and threw Tony on the bed, holding him down by his wrists. In the brief second Tony was subdued, Steve began to think. Tony was small compared to him, as well as weak, especially in his drunken state. Steve did find Tony attractive because he reminded him of Peggy. Soft brown hair with a little curl, brown eyes, and an attitude to take down an ox. He had played the scenario out in his head a hundred times of him and Peggy together, but since he was unfrozen and made contact with Tony, things changed in his mind. He wanted to think that he wasn't gay but realized the only man he'd ever have feelings for was the one drunk underneath him.

"Mmh, Kinky," the drunk said, looking at his wrists and back to Steve. "C'mon, Steve," Tony whined. "Indulge me."

Steve fought back his urge to lean forward and ravish the man and fuck him into the ground but he knew his deeds would be meaning less if Tony would just forget it in the morning. Steve shook his head and held Tony down until the smaller man eventually passed out. He released him and collapsed beside him, to tired to try and move to his bed just next to Tony's. He fell asleep next to the drunk, feeling somewhat happy that Tony said his eyes were pretty, even though he was completely shit-faced.

As the two slept, Steve rolled, unknowingly laying his arm over Tony's waist, his nose buried in his hair.

Please review! I hope you liked it! There will be more to come as long I get at least, 1 review, favorite, alert, or whatever! Just 1! Flames welcome! But honestly, again, if your against homosexuality, why the fuck are you here?

Much loves! ~ Franky Toran