Sub-Levels

By Irongurl

Rating: T for language

Pairings: Tony/Steve

Description: When Steve goes to ask Tony a question, he finds something nobody wants to find. Just a cute little fluffy oneshot because I was bored.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Marvel does. Unfortunately for me.

A/N: Once again I am whoring myself out :3 please check out my tumblr! Irongurl7

Steve was in the elevator going down to Tony's workshop. Normally, you'd have to give a code in order to get into the sub-levels but Steve and Tony had become close friends in the last few months and Steve was the only one Tony trusted enough to not destroy the workshop whilst unsupervised.

"Tony!" Steve called as he entered the sub-level's workshop which Tony occupied. "Hey Tony! I need help working the remote again! What does 'input' mean?" He called searching around. He stepped over by Tony's favorite work table. He didn't see anything until he looked toward the far side of the room. He found Tony on the floor surrounded by broken odds and ends, unconscious. "Holy sh- Tony!" His heart beat frantically. He ran over and knelt next to the still being. He shook Tony's shoulders. Panic set in. "Oh god, Tony! Can you hear me!"

"What? Where- How the- oh shit." Tony said jolting awake. He blinked a few times, and tried to stretch out. "Well hello." He teased when he found himself cradled in Steve's arms.

"God Tony, don't scare me like that you jerk." He said, nothing but relief and affection in his voice. Tony smiled weakly at him and Steve replied with a nervous chuckle. Tony sat upright. "What happened?"

"Well," Tony said, removing the gauntlet from his hand. "I was adjusting the repulsor beam in the gauntlet and as I was working on the inner mechanics with the screwdriver and my hand slipped… things kinda went downhill from there." He rubbed his neck.

"Well, let me help you up." Steve said, standing and extending a hand.

"I'm fine." Tony tried standing up but his knees betrayed him and he fell into Steve's warm grasp. His vision was slightly fuzzy but soon cleared. "Or not."

"Oh, you have a nice gash on your head." Steve said brushing the hair away from the side of Tony's face.

"Oh yea. Guess I do." Tony gazed up at Steve. His azure eyes filled with concern, those beautiful eyes. Tony licked his lips. He wanted Steve to tilt his head up and capture those full, pink lips with his, but Steve would never feel the same way. Tony sighed.

"Tony?" Steve said, snapping Tony out of a not-so-clean fantasy.

"Hmmm?" Tony flashed his most charming smile.

"You're my best friend." Steve stated somewhat out-of-the-blue. Tony chuckled, still in Steve's arms, wondering where this random comment was headed.

"I know."

"I don't want anything to interfere with that, but I can't help this."

"What are you- mph." Tony was cut off by Steve's lips against his own. His eyes widened but soon fell limp in Steve's arms, he let out a soft moan, Steve's hands brushed against the side of Tony's face and rested on his neck. Tony thought he was in heaven, then Steve pulled them apart (too soon in Tony's opinion).

"Steve..." He sighed.

"Shhhh." Steve whispered, embracing Tony for another kiss.