Marvel One shots

(Stony) He caught me

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-He caught me-

Steve wasn't exactly secretive. Except when it came to his sketchbook.

That thing was filled with personal stuff. It wasn't a diary, it was just filled with drawings that no one else needed to see. Mostly drawings of Tony.

Tony was a curious one, so curious he was willing to have Steve snap his neck. As long as he got to see what was in the sketchbook, he didn't care.

While Steve was in the gym training Tony snuck over to his room.

As soon as he opened the door he saw the sketchbook on Steve's bed. He shut the door quietly. Like someone was gonna hear him?

The teens of the house took Thor and Bruve to the mall while. Clint and Natasha were kicking each others ass in the boxing ring while Steve was working out.

Tony sat on Steve's bed, which was 10x more comfortable than his for some reason, and held the sketchbook in his hands.

The first page wasn't bad, just a doodle of Steve's shield, Tony's arc reactor, Clint's bow, Thor's hammer, and a big hand. Tony just assumed the hand belonged to Hulk. Below the doodles, it said, "Just the boys" in fancy writing that looked like a bit like cursive.

The next page was Tony asleep on the couch. And the third page was the real shocker. It was him and Steve. Together. Kissing!

Tonys mind went 100 different directions. 'Did Steve really like him? Why didn't he say so? He's really good at drawing.' Tony thought as he continued flipping through pages.

Page after page were drawings of Tony, or Steve and Tony, or Steve and Tony doing... things.

Tony was on the last page, taking in every detail of the drawing. It was his Ironman suit. It looked extremely accurate, and he should know since he made it.

Then Steve walked in and Tony tossed the book on the bed before standing.

"What are you doing in my room?" Steve asked. He didn't notice his sketchbook was laying open on his bed.

"I-I was-" Tony was cut off when Steve saw his book open.

"D-did you look... at...?" Tony just stood there and nodded. He felt like a child getting caught. "You saw...everything?"

"Yes," Tony said as he leaned against a wall by Steve's bed.

"Great," He said sarcastically. Steve pushed his sweaty hair back, "I'm so sorry. You weren't meant to see that."

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have looked. But um... Do you like me?" Tony asked seriously.

Steve's felt his cheeks get hot and he knew he was blushing. Tony came closer; he wanted an answer and was gonna get it.

"Do you like me?" He asked again, "The book says so. I just want to hear it from you."

"Y-yeah, yeah... I do." he said looking down at Tony.

"Good, I just wanted to make sure I didn't do something I'd regret," Tony said smiling.

"What do you mean by 'something' Tony?" Steve asked.

Tony pulled Steve down by his t-shirt collar and kissed him softly until he felt Steve kiss back. Then it was a full blown make-out session. The sketchbook was knocked off the bed and they proceeded to try out some of the drawings Steve had drawn.

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