Men that good didn't exist. Steve Rogers didn't make a lick of sense. He would fall and when he did he would fall hard. All good men did. And Steve was still so young. Looking. Shit. He'd forgotten that, despite being frozen, the man was still older than he was. The man? The vampire more like. Tony felt his saliva drying on his tongue.

"So if I told you to, you'd leave me alone? No more breaking in?" Tony waited for the answer but it didn't matter. His mind was made up the moment he heard the voice coming from his kitchen.

Whatever drew Steve to him had drawn Tony as well. What could be more dangerous and thrilling, what could take his mind properly from the vortex?

How about purposefully shattering his scotch glass so the shards went into his hand? A little dramatic, but hey. Now Steve didn't need an excuse. And maybe his good boy attitude would get washed away. "Oops..."

And also, shit. That hurt!