I know, I'm hopeless at updating. But thank you for all the favourites and follows I've had on my one chapter! Makes me feel super special. ^_^ So, I'm aware that I haven't done anything in ages so I wanted to post this, with a promise of a much longer chapter coming up. It is already written in my head, so it should be translated to computer soon. Should!

"Tony, where's my mug?"

Steve stood by the door, the muscles constricted as he leant against it. His pale eyebrows were pushed together and his nostrils flared; totally adorably of course. Tony blearily peeked out from his cocoon of duvet at his lover. Plaid boxer shorts were all that covered his dignity, which he only barely retained with his kitten shaped slippers. His blonde bangs flopped over his face and stuck up in odd places, and the creases of the pillow's case were engraved onto his otherwise flawless cheek. However, Tony knew this was not the time to laugh and go gooey. Steve with flared nostrils was no laughing matter.

"Sorry Sweetie?"

"My mug! It isn't by the sink, where I'd left it. Where did you move it?"

Groggy irritation stabbed in Tony's chest, only to quickly dissipate. Steve could be such a drama queen at times, but it's one of the things Tony found most endearing. It did mean however that the coffee-cuddle-wakeup session that he'd planned was quickly drifting away.

"Which one my love? You're striped one?"

"No Tony, MY mug. The green one that I use all the time? ALL the time."

Tony sighed. One of the things about Steve was his protectiveness for his things. It's not that Steve was unkind, he would share absolutely everything he had, minus a few items: his razor, his dressing gown, and his mug. Tony blamed the army for it, but that didn't help with the princess stood in front of him. And he really had no idea where it was, nor did he care.

"I haven't moved it Doodle Bug, and I can't remember seeing it. Can't you just use a different one?" An irritated pout formed on Steve's face, "only so I can get you back here quicker." Tony patted the place where about three minutes previously Steve had been lying, pressed against Tony. Steve dropped his head a fraction of an inch. It wasn't much, but it was enough to let Tony know he was winning this.

"But I like my mug," he mumbled more to the floor than Tony.

"I'll help you look for it in a bit. Just… coffee cuddles?"

He could see Steve's pout slide into a grin. That got him, and Tony hadn't even had to get out of bed.

"Oh fine, I'll go make the coffee now. In a strange mug."

He turned and walked away, only to reveal the cast of an arc reactor between his shoulder blades. Tony giggled to himself as he adjusted the duvet. A few seconds passed of happy silence. Tony loved these moments, the moments of quiet, unchallenged bliss. He held them dear. An annoyed cry echoed from the kitchen.

"Oh Hell."

"What's up?" Tony shouted in. The sound of slipper shuffling grew louder as Steve made his way to the door. He poked his head around the frame, a pale pink creeping across his cheeks from his temples. In his hand he held up a dark green mug.

"Opps. Sorry Tony."

Tony grinned and rolled his eyes at an apologetically grinning Steve.