I used to Irish Dance, but I don't anymore because I got too busy. Anyways, I don't own Marvel.

This one isn't about Peter, but it was a request by @Niamj47374, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Steve has a potty mouth when he's speaking Irish. Tony has a potty mouth all the time, except when he's excited. All language is sort of censored, but you can tell what he's saying.

Steve had a secret.

It wasn't a big secret, but it could very well affect his relationship with all the Avengers, and Tony especially.

He was Irish. First-generation. He spoke Irish fluently.

Lately, Steve had been even more worried about his secret getting out than usual. Bucky has been welcomed into the tower after a long chat with Tony, who was surprisingly forgiving after he worked past the grief. It made Steve feel a little bit guilty about not telling Tony earlier. Maybe then he could have prevented the spilt. At least they were back together as a team, now.

Bucky was the only remaining living person who was aware of Steve's Irish background. And he was getting very close to spilling the secret.

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Steve was leading a meeting with the Avengers. Tony was by his side, piping up with helpful ideas and strategies every now and again. After they got back to together after the Civil War, Steve made sure Tony took a more active role in the Avengers. He was practically second in command before, now it was official.

"And we will take them out." Steve ended, inspirationally.

"Yeah! Let's go get those fu-" Tony yelled.

"Language!" The team cut him off.

"It was one time!" Steve muttered.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"Steve doesn't like bad words," Tony explained. "He told us so during a mission."

Bucky stared for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. "Steve! Steve Rogers! Not liking bad words? Man, he curses like a sailor!"

Steve blushed. "Bucky!" He hissed.

"Really? I've never heard-" Tony started, but Bucky cut him off.

"Oh, not in English."

Steve sighed. Tony looked at him, "What other languages do you speak?"

"I'm a first-generation Irish-American. I speak Irish. And you wouldn't f***ing know if this motherf***** hadn't opened his d*** mouth." Steve finished in his native tongue of Irish.

Bucky snorted, having picked up the Irish language from his best friend. Tony's eyes were wide.

"Should have been called Captain Ireland, huh?" Clint snorted.

Tony, eyes still wide and mouth open, slowly started to smile. "Yes!" He exclaimed jumping up and pointing at the sky. "Take that, Howard, you greedy hippo!"

"Greedy hippo?" Sam asked Rhodey.

"He gets like that when he's over excited." Rhodey shrugged.

"Excuse me?" Steve asked Tony, ignoring the other two.

"You're not perfect! You're not the American Icon of all Goodness and Justice and Righteousness." Tony explained. "Howard used to tell me that any good American should strive to be exactly like you. He hated that I was never as good as you, and he told me every day. AND YOU WEREN'T EVEN BORN IN AMERICA!" Tony squealed and ran out of the room, shouting victory all the way.

Steve didn't know it yet, but he would never again escape the jokes that would come his way. His nickname from Tony officially changed from Capsicle to Captain Leprechaun the very next day.

The End.

Hope you enjoyed, even if it didn't include Peter.

Bye!