It all started with an offhand comment Tony had made about some stupid commercial. If he’d known it would turn into this, he never would have said anything about it at all. But it was obviously too late now, and the living room was a mess, with the furniture rearranged, and blankets and pillows everywhere- where did he even get all those blankets? Why did they have so many!?
And what was worse, was Steve looked so damn happy and pleased with himself. Laying under the floor, with pillows to cushion the floor, and blankets overhead held up by chairs and the back of the couch- and fuck Tony was not drunk enough for this to be normal.
“Cap’, this is stupid.”
“Just get in Tony.”
And he did. And he complained the whole time they were in that stupid little fort. But Steve ignored it, and Tony didn’t mean it, cause even if it was awkward and uncomfortable, it was pretty sweet and hey, no one could see what they were doing under there right?