Curiosity and Control
Pairing: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers
Summary: fluff. during a battle for the remote, Tony discovers that Captain America is ticklish, which he finds very amusing.
Steve Rogers was lounging on the couch in the living room of the illustrious Stark Tower, flipping through channels with a remote which he’d recently been taught by Tony how to use. It was an odd day, there was really nothing to do. Tony was working in the lab. Nothing evil was wreaking havoc on the world. And frankly, Steve was a bored.
Eventually Steve came across a documentary on the Second World War, something he found a lot more familiar in this brand new world. A lot had happened in the past 70 years. Steve finally found something that peaked his interest, just as a certain tired yet snarky genius strolled in to the room.
Tony flashed Steve a smile as he moved toward the couch, taking a seat next to the Captain. He glanced at the television and raised his brows. “We are not watching a war documentary. Give me the remote Cap.”
"What? No. I want to watch this." Steve grumbled back.
"Steven Rogers. You don’t need to watch a World War II documentary. You. Were. There.” Tony argued.
"It’s interesting." Steve defended.
"Give. Me. The. Remote."
"No," was the flat reply.
At that Tony lunged for the remote which Steve held; but he was ready for the attack and through his arm up over his head, leaving the control out of Tony’s grasp. Steve’s other arm was pushing Tony away, and he was much stronger than the philanthropist; it was clear Tony didn’t have a chance.
The captain was laying sideways, one arm off the couch with the remote in hand, trying to repel a very determined Tony, who’d managed to practically climb across the side of him in his attempt for the remote control.
Tony reached again, but his hand dropped to Steve’s side and slid back down after being blocked by the Captain’s arm. He felt Steve’s body shudder beneath him. He paused for a moment, puzzled at the reaction, and ran his fingers curiously up Cap’s side.
Tony’s mouth formed a devious and knowing smirk. Steve thought at first that he had won, as Tony had stopped grabbing for the remote, but he grew a bit worried when he saw the look Tony was giving him.
"Umm.. What are you-" Steve stopped, flinching as Tony gave him a poke to the stomach.
"Are you ticklish, Cap?" Tony grinned.
"What I? Uh.. Well… Yeah… A little.." Steve admitted.
"Just a little?” Tony questioned as he scrabbled his fingers lightly across Steve’s stomach, eliciting a small laugh that Steve immediately tried to stifle. Steve gave Tony a worried look when he noted the evil smirk working it’s way across Tony’s lips.
"Maybe a… Bit more than… just a little…" Steve almost whispered.
"You want to give me that remote now?" Tony grinned.
Steve looked nervous, but held firm and retorted, “No.”
"I was actually kinda hoping you’d say that." Tony laughed as he dug his fingers in to Steve’s skin.
His reaction was immediate and hilarious. Steve was practically screaming with laughter, body squirming about beneath Tony. One hand was clinging to the remote and the other desperately trying to ward off Tony’s devious fingers, but just one of Steve’s hands was no match for all of Tony.
He leaned in a way that pinned Steve’s free hand between himself and the back of the couch, leaving the poor soldier defenseless under the assault. Tony’s fingers worked their way over Steve’s ribs, across his stomach, down his sides, and under his arms, driving the Captain wild.
"AHAHAA OH MY GAHAHAHOD TONYYYHEHE STAHAHAHOP-HAHA" Steve cried out hysterically, his laughter like music to Tony’s ears.
"I will if you give me the remote." Tony smiled, inwardly hoping that Steve wouldn’t give in just yet; it was rare to see Captain America laughing and looking so happy these days.
"BUT AHAHA I WAHAHANT TO WAHAHAHAATCH THIHIHIS!! COME AHAHAHON PLEHEHEHEASE!"
"Nope. Remote. Then I’ll stop."
Steve squirmed and tried to wiggle out from beneath the smaller man, or at least free up an arm to defend himself, but to no avail, and he was determined not to give in. “DAHAHAMMIT TONYYHAAHAAHAHA!” Steve yelped as Tony pressed his fingers against Steve’s hips.
He was a bit surprised to hear the Captain cursing. Sensing that he’d found a very sensitive area, he let his fingers linger there a while, brushing against the skin for a few moments longer.
Steve felt his resolve cracking; he could barely breath. “ALRIHIHIGHT OKAHAHAHAY OKAHAY TAHAHAKE THE DAHAHAMN REMOHOTE AHAHA! JUST STAHAHAHOP TICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Steve gasped as he gave in.
Tony gave his abdomen one last flick of the fingers before stopping, a victorious and satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Steve groaned and handed Tony the remote control as he tried to catch his breath.
"So what was that you were saying about being just a little ticklish?” Tony laughed as he flipped the channel.
Steve attempted to shoot him a glare, but he was still laughing a bit from the tickling so it wasn’t very effective. “Dammit Tony… Don’t do that. Ever. Again.” Steve grumbled.
"Ha right. Like I’m just gonna ignore the fact that Captain Fucking America is extremely ticklish for the rest of my life. That’s totally gonna happen.” Tony laughed.
"I swear if you ever-"
"What? You’ll laugh some more?" Tony snickered.
"oh don’t get all pouty on me. I won’t torture you ALL the time…." Tony’s look softened, "Besides I think it’s cute that you’re so ticklish. Your laugh is adorable. You should laugh more."
Steve blushed at Tony’s comment, making himself more comfortable as they settled into the couch and Tony found a movie on tv that was suitable. Steve still watched Tony’s fingers warily every time the dark haired man made a move, making Tony laugh. This was going to make life very interesting.