Title: Honey, I Can See The Stars
Pairing: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers
big gay superheroes
Summary: "The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."
Length: 11,700 wordish (what I what
Warnings: Super self indulgent and a secret love letter to New York.
Notes: So, as you may have noticed, I haven't posted anything since July- I'd like to say it was because I was working on some secret huge project, but really, it was just a tremendous case of writer's block in combination with lack of inspiration. And a whopping dose of grad school. But yeah, I managed to write something, whoo. Thanks to rageprufrock
for being awesome and letting me flail at them over it, and send them bits and basically, yes. This started out as sort of a fun thinglet for Pru and the Hoyden about Tony taking Steve to his tailor and well. About 8000 extra words happened. Also, without the judicious application of Beyonce's 4
, this never could have happened. ( Steve doesn't really pay attention to what he wears beyond it- reasonably- fitting. )