Steve and Tony in an Avengers twist on the classic fairy tale. Yes, I caved and wrote Stony. Nothing too explicit though, just testing the waters with a light and fluffy story. Not entirely happy with the title - it just seems to cliched. If you have any other suggestions, my ask box is all ears. Enjoy, and please let me know if you like it.
Steve walked into the kitchen, rubbing his fingers through his freshly-washed hair and adjusting his grey t-shirt. He slowed to a standstill when he noticed a single red rose leaning elegantly out of the top of a transparent vase.
“Tony?” He called, noticing that the billionaire wasn’t in the kitchen.
“Tony, someone’s left you flowers.” He added, raising his voice a little louder. “Or rather one flower.” He murmured under his breath.
Steve stared at it for a few moments more, then walked away to pour himself a glass of water. He wasn’t sure why it was bothering him so much.