[i cannot sleep. I've finally got the jump serve down. I want to practice but it's almost midnight again. I really need to work on my sleeping schedule. Requested by DianaMatrix ]

You hum absently as Hoziers Take Me To Church plays on the speakers. Tony, Steve, and yourself are lounging in the living room, not really doing anything other than relaxing from the previous mission.

"My lovers got humor.."

Steve intertwines his fingers with yours and grins.

"She the giggle at a funeral..."

Steve's head pops up from your shoulder and looks at the speaker.

"Knows everybody disapproval..."

"What song is this?"

"I should've worshipped her sooner..."

"Take Me to Church," Tony say, flipping though a magazine.

"If the Heavens ever did speak.."

"Could you change it? It's not very nice."

"She's the last true mouth piece..."

"And why is that, Capsickle?"

"Every Sunday's getting more bleak..."

"It's offensive."

"A fresh poisons each--"

"Okay," Tony stops the music, throws down his magazine, and struts out of the room. "Over it."
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"My lovers got-- Dammit Tony!" Steve shouts, hitting his shield against a HYDRA agents face and glares at the Iron Man suit flying above.
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"She's the giggle at a- Goddammit Tony!" Steve slams the fridge closed and storms away.
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"Knows everybody disa- Son of a bitch!" Steve shrieks suddenly, and you look up at the bathroom door in confusion.

"Steve? Are you okay?"

"I'm going to kill Tony," Comes a muffled and angry reply.

"Okay."

"...I should've worshipped her- goddammit motherfucking shit!" The door flies open, Steve flies out in nothing but a towel and a bottle of conditioner in his hand. "Where."

"His lab," You say, shouting at him to not make a mess when he leaves.

A minute later, Tony screams and you're pretty sure he has L'oreal conditioner in his face.