so i found a bunch of words and i made stories out of them

yaaaaay

(some of these will be connected and some will not)

Pairing - SteveTony

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someone's lips.

A heavy clomp of boots on the metal floor of the lab prompts Tony to look up from the screens he's working on.

"Where's Mr. Banner?" Steve asks, looking around as if expecting Bruce to pop out from behind one of the machines.

"Went to go get some grub," Tony replies nonchalantly. "Even gamma men need their food." He taps something out on the computer, then turns to Steve. "Whaddya need, Cap? Some antifreeze?"

Steve looks at him blankly, then answers, "No, I just wanted to check up on your progress. We need to find that cube." He leans against one of the tables gingerly, afraid that he'll break it. Satisfied that his body weight will hold, he crosses his arms and stares around the lab, looking anywhere but Tony.

Tony, however, looks straight at the Captain, at his face. He takes in the fine facial features, the bright blue eyes, the plush lips set in a frown. Wow, those are some really nice lips. Tony gets a sudden impulse to touch them, to claim them, to make those beautiful lips his. He steps forward unconsciously, still staring at Steve's mouth, not really sure what he's doing; this is Steve, his father's little boytoy, the experiment that took up all of Howard Stark's focus, even forty years after he was gone. He stands in front of Steve, almost glaring at his lips now, like they did something to offend him (and they did; he didn't want to be attracted to Steve, didn't need the attraction, no, not right now).

"Mister Stark?" Steve inquires, a confused look upon his face. Tony is starting to freak him out.

"No, you just… stay right there, stay there," Tony mumbles, almost to himself. He tries to reign himself in, to keep him from doing something so insanely stupid that Howard Stark would feel the repercussions, but he can't stop something he's started, and he leans forward, and then he presses his lips against Steve's ridiculously enticing ones –

Tony jumps back. "Sorry, sorry, so sorry," he murmurs, flustered and confused with himself, not used to losing his cool around others, used to the impulses to do things like that but not with his teammate oh god oh my god and he hurries out of the room, leaving Steve to stand there in a state of shock, not really sure how to react to what just happened.