Tony Stark ⁰³

The party Tony organized was going perfectly. They were celebrating the success of the *Avengers.***Everyone loves them, everyone admires them, they deserved a party, didn't they? And what better way to celebrate than with a big party and the best host?**Tony Stark. Tony was surrounded by people, laughing with him at every joke or sarcastic comment he made; Tony always commands attention, nothing new. But his eyes occasionally drifted to Steve— dressed in an elegant and impeccable suit—who had a small group of fans asking him questions, requesting autographs and photos, all normal so far, but Tony felt something strange about him. Jealousy? Was that possible? He didn't know, but he got his answer when one of the fans invited Steve to dance; she smiled and took Steve's arm, insisting that he should dance and relax. Tony, driven by whatever it was he felt at that moment, moved away from his group of fans and walked over to Steve and his companions. He approached with hurried steps, and when he was close, he cleared his throat to get their attention; when he had what he wanted, he spoke. "Excuse me, beautiful." Cap and I have something important to talk about. You know, hero stuff. —Quick lie—. Tony takes Steve's arm, pulling him away from the girl. —I promise to get it back . He lied again. Come on, Cap. Your time in the spotlight can wait. Without another word, he started leading Steve away to an area where they could be alone.