Anthony Edward Stark

"And you like how I smell?" Because Tony liked to think of himself as two-thirds scotch. He poured himself four fingers instead of his usual two. He wasn't in the mood for a double but maybe it would keep whatever hormones kept getting triggered whenever Steve was around in check.

Or maybe it would stop the blond from eying him like he was a fine steak or a finer woman. Tony was use to being wanted, use to being pursued...just not so literally.

With the breakfast bar between them, Tony swallowed a yawn and then turned, drink in hand.

"What about me screams normal any way? Also, you could have knocked. Don't you need to be invited in?" Breaking in isn't cool, Steven.