Just a little Stony University AU picture. After gym/training/P.E. class, at the shower. Steve’s first kiss. I don’t even know why the lights are off. That’s all.
Steve is fully prepared to have a nice, relaxing shower and then fall into bed for the next 12 hours, so of course there’s a knock at the bathroom door just as Steve is washing shampoo out of his hair.
He sighs, and dunks his head under the water. “Shower’s taken, Thor,” he yells, and the reply is muffled due to the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo away.
"It’s Tony. Let me innnn."
Steve braces himself for a whiny, energetic Tony as he shuts off the water and grabs a towel. He runs it over his head before wrapping it around his waist. He tugs it to make sure it’s secure before opening the door.
“Heyyy,” Tony says, and Steve notices with a wince that he’s swaying.
“Incredibly tipsy,” Tony corrects, frowning. “You’re dripping.”
“I was showering.”
“You’re kind of naked.”
“I was showering,” Steve repeats, willing down his blush. He steps back to let Tony in, and Tony takes a wobbly step past the door, looking around like Steve’s razor is the most interesting thing to happen to him in forever.
“Tony. Why are you drunk and in my bathroom?”
“Why’s it so dark in here,” Tony asks, feeling his way along the towel rack.
Steve goes over to him, eyeing his footsteps anxiously. The last thing they need is for one of them to slip over and get a concussion during exam season. “The light blew out yesterday.”
“Why didn’t you just replace it?”
“We’re poor college students,” Steve answers. “Or, most of us. We can’t all have rich parents, Tony.”
Tony makes a noise, half-snort, half-raspberry. “Should’ve just got me to buy you a new one.”
“It’s fine, we’ll get a new one when I get my next paycheck.”
“You can’t shower in the dark for a week, Steve,” Tony cries, sounding more distraught than one should be over a busted lightbulb.
Tony throws his hands out, starting on what Steve guesses would be a truly spectacular rant about showering in the dark, but the drunkenness added to the slippery floor added to Tony capsizing his balance by throwing his hands out causes him to stumble.
Steve thinks, shit, and goes to catch him. He grabs him by the shirt and a shoulder, yanking him up and starting to slip as a result. The both of them wrestle for balance for a few moments, both skidding and slipping and somehow ending up finally getting a stable foothold via Steve slamming back-fist into the wall, Tony’s hands on his wrists.
Steve opens his mouth to say something like, “You can let me go now,” or “Jesus, be more careful,” but the words die in his throat when he sees Tony’s half-lidded gaze directed at him. He looks caught between confused and dazed, his brow furrowing.
“You’ve got r’lly nice lips,” Tony murmurs in the murmur of the massively drunk and slippery, and then he’s leaning up to mash his mouth to Steve’s.
It’s not a good kiss. It’s an atrocious kiss to say the least, sloppy and tasting of scotch, and it doesn’t help that Steve has had limited experience and he might have squeaked a bit when he realized what was happening and the squeak had been enough to jolt Tony back a bit.
Tony stumbles, nearly slips again and then steadies himself. “Uh,” he manages, his shirt and hands wet from where they’ve been touching Steve.
Steve thinks he answers in kind, still reeling, his lips buzzing from his first kiss, which was awful, completely terrible, but also with TONY, which still doesn’t cancel out the awful terribleness, because wow, terrible.
Tony frowns again. “Sorry. Uncool. Very not cool. Sorry,” he repeats, backing away and nearly falling over three times before reaching the door. Steve goes to steady him every time, but Tony bats him away, continuing to repeat he’s sorry.
They make it to the door that leads out of Steve and Thor’s dorm, and all Steve can think of doing is grip his towel tighter and choke out, “So I’ll see you in study hall.”
Tony blinks sluggishly at Steve, like the question is taking a while to sink in. Steve’s seen Tony answer geometric equations faster than this. “Yeah,” Tony says finally. “Uh. Yeah. That. I’ll- yeah. Bye.”
Then he bolts, and Steve is left in his empty dorm with his wet towel and his tingling lips and a sudden urge to call Peggy to explain to him what the hell just happened.
I can’t be the only one that have strong Stony feels while listening to Snuff - Slipknot.
I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE.
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this planet sucks nothing works. the Volcanoes dont work like 1/10 of them work. the ocean is poorly lit. the dryers in public washrooms dont do shit. im sick of this place
The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical